Winter Tree Series 5 - Bare Branches in the Fog

"If in our daily life we can smile, 

if we can be peaceful and happy, 

not only we, but everyone will profit from it. 

This is the most basic kind of peace work." 

~ Thich Nhat Hanh

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Foggy Path Through the Forest - Winter Trees 7

“Wherever you go, 

go with all your heart.” 

– Confucius

A foggy pathway through the forest at

Claytor Lake State Park - Dublin, Virginia

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Autumn Trees in the Fog

"We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they're called memories. Some take us forward, they're called dreams." 

- Jeremy Irons

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Autumn Trees In the Fog - Panorama

 “I sit beside the fire and think 

 Of all that I have seen 

Of meadow flowers and butterflies 

In summers that have been 

Of yellow leaves and gossamer 

In autumns that there were  

With morning mist and silver sun 

And wind upon my hair.” 

— J.R.R. Tolkien

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Foggy Layers

 From a visit to Pipestem State Park 

 Pipestem, West Virginia.

The Fog was so thick over the Bluestone Gorge that 

the mountains were almost entirely hidden.

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Fog Rising Over the Pond

“You have to accept whatever comes, 

and the only important thing 

is that you meet it with 

the best you have to give.” 

 ― Eleanor Roosevelt

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Blue Jay on a Foggy Morning

In nature, everything has a job. The job of the fog is to beautify further the existing beauties!

 ― Mehmet Murat ildan

We get a lot of fog where I live.  There are frequent dense fog advisories  and many times I look out and can't see much across the road.  This was one of those mornings.  When my husband moved here from New York he commented that he had never lived in an area that had so much fog - and he's lived in a lot of  places.   I LOVE Fog.  It gives everything such a dreamy look.  

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A Misty Morning

Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything beautiful,  for beauty is God's handwriting.

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Foggy and Wet

Autumn 

Pandapas Pond - Blacksburg Virginia 

(top and bottom)

THERE is something in the autumn that is native to my blood—

Touch of manner, hint of mood;

 And my heart is like a rhyme,

 With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.

 ― Bliss Carman

The Sound of Silence

To hear the echo: you must be silent. 

~  Brian Hernandez

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