There was a bit of fog along the river yesterday morning—though not a lot, as you can see from the photos. However, it doesn't take much fog to really change the look of things on the water.
When I stepped outside after breakfast, the stream was still in shadow, though the sun had just cleared the hill to the east and was glowing like new varnish in the golden tops of the big sycamores up and downstream from the cottage. The sky was clear and blue, and its reflection, seen through the scrim of fog, colored the pools a soft slate—a lovely, rather ethereal look with perhaps a touch of the phantasmal. It is, after all, the season for things that go bump in the night.
This morning it's simply cloudy. No fog. And I hate to admit it, but the fall color hereabouts—such as it has been this year, which was mostly various shades of yellow and gold—now seems to be past its peak. Moreover, there are still lots of green leaves on the tress, and an almost equal amount of brown ones.
In spite of the overcast and less than prime photogenic potential, I'd hoped to be able to spend the day afield. Alas, I have about a dozen things to do today, with little hope for more than a few stolen moments of outdoors time between errands. Nothing like starting the week off with a Monday morning whine.
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24 comments:
Hi Grizz-
Oh how I love these pictures of slated grays and muted greens, golds and browns - the water flowing over the rocks beneath a veiled mist - so soothing, so new, so peaceful. Enjoy your day GRizz, errands and all AND, I posted about that Reuben-pasta-bake, pictures and all. Enjoy.
Love Gail
peace.......
Or miss the h out of whine and start Monday morning off with a glass of warming red wine on your decking looking at that beautifully mysterious mist. Whatever the season, whatever the weather, Grizz, your photographs bring your personal river over the water to my hall with perfection.
Gail…
Well, I've visited your blog, checked out the reuben pasta bake, drooled appreciatively, copied the recipe, commented, and returned here to thank you for your nice comment re. the fog photos. Now I have to grab a quick lunch, then head off for round two of my errands.
What I'd really like to do is go sit in a pile of leaves on the riverbank and watch the season…
Take care.
Weaver…
That sounds like a pretty good plan, actually…I like the way you think!
I hope I don't run river photos too often, but what I love about where I live is the way the look of things change almost by the hour. The trees and water and light, along with time of day and season, act as a natural kaleidoscope—and I never know what to expect. Already, this morning's clouds have thinned, the light is much brighter, more golden, the mood of the river completely different. This is what I react to and make photos of, and what I try to share on these posts.
Inspite of the fall colors being past their peak, you still captured beautiful views. I especially liked the third photo!
Griz: Ah, your yellows are looking lovely, especially along the creek. No, I don't get tired of creek photos. Here on the mountaintop, I don't see a lot of creeks, so I enjoy yours instead.
Carolyn H.
Wanda…
You know, I may have been a bit too quick in pronouncing autumn now being on the downswing. Most years hereabouts, what I always decide was really the true, absolute, top-of-the-mark color peak comes about the 22nd of the month. I realize that's only four days away, and that this year autumn has followed one of the longest, most sever droughts ever…but I think I was wrong about the peak having happened already, and I expect that while it's not going to be the snazziest colored-uo autumn, the genuine peak—such as it is—will arrive on schedule.
Four days can make a lot of difference!
Carolyn…
Probably because of the upcoming election, I'm starting to sound like a politician by modifying my statement to reflect the facts. At any rate my yellows here along the river are looking much better now that the sun's out!
I do worry about running too many river pix—and of the same stretch, to boot! Glad I've not yet crossed the line because I have several more in the works. :-)
(Really, let me know it they become tiresome.)
HI GRIZZ_
Thanks SO much for visiting. It was good to have you. I love sitting in leaves too. I sat out today in my rollator, in the leaves with Gracey-Blue - after I did my exercises on the deck. It was so beautiful out there. Clouds have rolled in now - I love the gray though - I find it so peaceful. I am making a spinach and fresh mozzorella flat bread for dinner and a nice glass of "pinot noir". I made roasted pears earlier with dried cranberries, walnuts and crumbled blue cheese - with an apple cider and brown sugar drizzle. I feel more like cooking in the nicer weather. I have plenty of flat bread, roasted pears and wine if you can come back soon. ok?
Love you always
Gail
peace.....
Oh, those beautiful river photos! I love mist and fog (although I've got a bit of an advantage I suppose, as my head usually sticks out above it!) The smell of a misty day is so special, and I love the way there are little pockets of mist, which disappear, and then reappear again further along.
Gail…
I've been in and out here since noon…but when I finally got my running over, it began a light drizzle. Goes to figure. (Guess the moon rings got it right, huh?)
Your upcoming meal sounds delicious. Flatbread is one thing I've never tried doing. May have to do that one of these days.
I'll get back around again soon.
Take care, be good, and stay well…
Raph…
I love fogs, too—though they're not as regular here on the river as you'd think. Considering your height, I can see why you need a really heavy (deep) fog for maximum pleasure. Must be sort of like it is for me in the Ohio hillcountry when fog rolls up the valley and I'm on a ridgetop looking down.
I like the fog on the water photos.
Last year at this time, our daughter got married. Every other Saturday had been lovely & sunny. Her wedding day dawned all rainy. It rained until just at evening when the reception was held in a lovely old mansion along the Susquehanna River. The rain cleared, and a lovely ethereal fog rose from the river.
So, I am partial--to fog on the water.
Grizz your pictures are lovely, only missing the "red" but that is okay, those trees are still gorgeous as is the fog above the water......:-) Hugs
KGMom…
I can see why you'd have a special feeling for riverine fog.
It's still dark here, but I notice the NWS has a heavy fog advisory out for this morning—though I can see well enough to know it hasn't yet occurred here along the river. If it does, I'm going to try and get away for an hour or so for photos. I've always liked fog.
Bernie…
Thank you. And as you see, there is almost now red to be seen anywhere along the river, though some of the maples up the road are in reds and oranges. But this definitely isn't a prime year for reds. Nevertheless, autumn is still lovely.
With moonlight, owls, fog and other wonders of Nature there for us to observe (not forgetting a dash of Weaver's wine)it's no surprise that our ancestors imagined bumps in the night.
There is always something new, here today the wind is whispering of snow.
...Tramp
Tramp…
Indeed, tiz so…for it is a fact that here along the river, nights are filled with all manner of hoots, yips, screeches, yowls, barks, and the occasional crack of distant gunfire when one of my neighbors—having perhaps imbibed a bit too much of Weaver's wine—attempts to shoot out the eye of the man in the moon.
No snow here; another 70˚F (21˚C) day here, with bright sun.
Knock 'em dead beautiful, Grizz. I love misty trees and fog rolling in on the water. Thank you for these lovely moments.
annie
Annie…
Hey, glad you liked the photos. Funny thing, we had a much denser fog here this morning, but it was just an overall damp gray mist—not at all photogenic.
Stop by the riverbank anytime—you're always welcome.
what lovely colors along a lovely river! My daughter-in-law sometimes sends me a box of autumn leaves from Missouri since we don't have them here in south Texas.
I love reading and looking at your blog and couldn't choose whether it's the words or photos I like the best!
Kay
Kay…
Sorry to be so slow in getting your comment posted…I had problems with my main desktop computer yesterday afternoon and had to take it into the shop. I'm working off an old laptop at the moment, and it keeps having problems remaining connected to blogger.
Hey, when my daughter was a freshman in college in Florida, she was so homesick for the seasons that I had to send her a box of Ohio autumn leaves. (Of course this is the same daughter who now says she doesn't like seasons except for summer, doesn't like Ohio, and instead absolutely loves Florida.)
I'm always happy you enjoy your visits to the riverbank…and am especially pleased that you can't make up your mind whether you like the words or pix best. The great part is, you don't have to choose! ;-)
Sorry I am a little late commenting on these lovely photos, Grizz, but I have been on the road for a few days, tending to a few of life's little problems. In any event, I really love these photos! Nothing shows off foliage like golden leaves bathed in mist or fog as the light breaks through.
George…
No problem—I figured you were off on an adventure. I know all about those little life problems. I'm waiting for the repair shop to call re. my desktop computer which began having troubles a few days ago. Also the cable guy was supposed to be here hours ago to redo lines; he's a no-show. So I'm on an 8-year old laptop with a browser that will only work on Blogger and most other sites in HTML (awful!), can't get to my most recent photos and materials, and am therefore completely bummed out. I can work about as fast off my iPod!
But…I'm glad you checked in and appreciate what you said re. photos. I have some really neat new ones to share when (if?) things get worked out. Hope your batting average is better than mine so far.
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