The fog was so thick on our walk today that you could not see the other side of the lake. Eerie, and beautiful.
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When I finally got back to walking this morning, after two weeks of sneezing and coughing, I found that there was nothing left of fall at Radnor. Not a trace. Wind and rain had stripped it of leaves and color. The thing is that it looks beautiful in a different way, and not at all like it has been on its death bed for the past two weeks. I should have been taking Radnocillin.
I take a lot of pictures at this spot, where the dammed up Radnor Lake flows over the spillway and returns to its prior life as Otter Creek. Fog changed the looks of things on this particular morning. There was no sound, no movement, just peacefulness.
I don’t know why these geese would want to leave Radnor for any other place. I wanted to stay all day myself. They weren’t going quietly, that’s for sure.
We were treated to this picture of gracefulness as we walked in yesterday’s early morning fog.
The lake is warm and the morning air chilly. I like the result. Funny, I don’t remember ever finding any Canada Goose honking ringtones. Not that I want one.