The Fog

The fog around my house is a repeat visitor and takes on a life of its own. Like a vampire the mysterious vapor tries to avoid the sun light.

As dawn approaches the mist assembles:



The mist seems to know I'm there and moves away:



The mist moves, changes shape as it navigates the terrain to avoid the approaching dawn:







The sun continues to rise and the mist really puts on a show. It rears up to face the sun:



The mist writhes in desperation as the sun continues to rise:





Clings to a tree for protection but alas at this time of year there are no leaves for the mist to cling too:





The vapor gathers for one final assault:



But the sun rules today and the fog relents with one final dance:



And finally seeks to hug the shaded road:



Today the Sun rules:

 

You're welcome!