
Frosty fog in the dawn light, hiding clutter and context. Isolated shapes in place of familiar views. Receding planes of grey. A morning to treasure after weeks of flat, dark, steel-grey skies. An hour of billowing variations in density and luminance. Until – gradually – the rising sun burned-off the mist to leave clear, sharp light. Still a lovely morning, but not where my mind was. So, home for coffee and Photoshop.
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