I took about twenty steps from the house this morning and then turned back, heeding the nudge that said go back and get the camera. It was foggy, foggy, foggy, and calm but still cold. Foggy days are fast becoming some of my favourite to take photos in.
Heading out on the walk I was focused on the black and tan dogs which were the only thing of contrast out there. I was watching the frost from the foggy air light upon every raised line of hair on their bodies, becoming thicker and thicker. It was like a sketch by Mother Nature happening as we walked.
But meanwhile there was someone else with us. While the black and tan dogs were a slight contrast in the fog white Wren was everything but contrast.
Cold and soft are adjectives not expected to go together. But in this case they do and I think it’s why I just love these photos so much. I had to share more than just one. I have no extra words to give them - these ones can speak on their own.