Only in September and October do sunsets like this come along, ground mist creeping through fields and around trees, light and sky and clouds like something out of a Maxfield Parrish painting. The clouds in the first image look like a trail one could walk along, and they remind me of the title I appended to an image years ago, "Taking the Sky Road Home".
Fog and ground mist are common entities at sunrise and nightfall here in autumn, clouds of condensed moisture generated by the earth's slow breathing and drifting along above the surface. Humans are cloud-breathing dragons - we generate our own mists and fogs as we take air into our lungs and expel it again; trees breathe in and out too. As above so below, humans, trees and the earth all breathing in and out together, the rosy streaks in the sky above our heads kin to the nebulous veil below. Such are notions I always find pleasing.
We call visible murky stuff "fog" when it reduces visibility to less than 1,000 metres, and we call it "mist" when we can see further than 1,000 metres through it. One can make out farm buildings way in the distance here, so this is mist rather than fog, and a right fine mist it is.
I might be anywhere in the world, but I am leaning against a fence in the eastern Ontario highlands, watching as another day fades, taking photo after photo and hoping just one or two turn out. The clouds, the setting sun, the gauzy condensation floating just above the earth, all are too beautiful for words, so why am I trying to describe them?
The sun slides below the horizon, another day folds up like an umbrella, and the stars come out. A brief interval this, but perfect in every way...
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While I travel much it does make me appreciate this earth so much more. I find many natural commonalities across the globe when out of doors. Our fall is sometimes misty and many time we get some good sunsets as well.
I smile - life is good...
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