The setting for our walk this morning came complete with mood setting mist and the intermittent caws of a murder of crows. Very film noir, so Jack and I pretended we were on the run from the mob and that we had to find a cache left somewhere in the forest for us. We searched high and low with our eyes and our noses and I’m almost certain I heard the crack of a pistol and the swell of violins, but alas! we could not find the cache. My trusted familiar, Jackson Brown, proved his worth yet again, though, leading us safely to the motorcar left for our conveyance to safety.
Deep in the forest, ©voyager, all rights reserved
Lovely mist and fog.
This is a very fine subtle fogtograph.
Certainly mysteries and dangerous out in that mist… I love the strong shape of the roots in the foreground, adds to the foreboding feel, because those could be secret mafia tentacles reaching for your soul!!! (Glad you made it out safely, ha! Did you ever spot the troop of swelling violins following you around? Or was that just a random wild bunch that grazes locally? :D)
Just beware of the toadstools, ‘kay? Don’t step on them.
A fine foggy fuzzy forest.