On Thursday we had a very foggy day, so I was unable to drive to work without a quick photoshoot stop. I love the ethereal way everything looks in the mist; it is a time when you wonder if the world has not maybe moved a little closer to that of the fair folk…
Bridge to nowhere
Trees in the mist
The walkway between Muizenberg and St James on a cold and misty morning.
Tuesday (which was a public holiday) dawned cold, still and misty. The water was like glass, with the winter mist blurring the line between the water and the sky, perhaps blurring the real word with the world of the faeries a little as well.
I love walking around in the mist, it makes me feel like I am the only person in the world. Quiet, a little eerie, and peaceful.