Fog Play at Meadowbrook

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 fog filled prairie crept up silently under the giant bur oak.  Trees speak to me of time and resilience.  Season by season, year by year, they have so much to teach us about patience and time.

The prairie flowers take form in a mist.

 The prairie golds glowed against the silvery haze. With no breath of wind for movement, their dance must wait.  The still, silence and fog took center stage. It was as if- morning was on pause.

Spiders' webs took on an ethereal air.

 Glowing in the subdued light, every spiders' web shone apparent. Each limb and leaf held  remnants of the finest weave. Their shear numbers were staggering.

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.

Finally, as the poet Carl Sandburg penned,"The fog comes on little cat feet."
His fog "sits looking over harbor and city."

Our fog preferred marsh and prairie, until it...  slipped...  away.