Over due for a few restorative moments, I rose one morning and headed out to Meadowbrook Marsh in Marblehead, Ohio. Although I arrived mid-morning, the fog was just burning off the prairie and the marsh was completely socked in.
|The woods had an enchanted forest feel.|
Taking my time to soak in the view, I moved about slowly, enjoying the light-play on the branches and foliage. It created the feel of an enchanted forest.
|The giant bur oak stands guard at the edge of the prairie.|
|The prairie flowers take form in a mist.|
|Spiders' webs took on an ethereal air.|
|Beads of water gather on grass.|
Every stem of grass gathered dew, until the fog lifted. Glistening beads were all that was left of the earth-bound cloud. The feathers of Indian grass stood tall, while droplets weighed down the finer branches of Switch grass. Light reflected off a million droplets to create an illusion of spun glass.
|The last of the fog disappears over the marsh.|
His fog "sits looking over harbor and city."
Our fog preferred marsh and prairie, until it... slipped... away.