Fog is really neat.
I’ve been mesmerized by it out on the ocean on a sailboat, where it becomes your whole world – but that’s another blog post.
The other morning after the fog moved in, I was startled by the colours of the flowers. It was partly the contrast between the saturated colour close up and the grayed-out view in the distance. And partly (as photographers understand) the non-directionality of the light – the lack of shadows, so the colours are purer.
Another pleasure of gardening in Nova Scotia.