Yesterday was a foggy, dreamy sort of day. The type of day that makes it easy to believe in a lot of the old ghost stories. The mist swirled between the trees and the birds seemed to materialize from nowhere. On our evening walk I kept expecting to see some lights like the Brown Mountain lights or perhaps to hear the rattling of coins (see #120).
March 31, 2008
Lonesome foggy sunday
Yesterday was a foggy, dreamy sort of day. The type of day that makes it easy to believe in a lot of the old ghost stories. The mist swirled between the trees and the birds seemed to materialize from nowhere. On our evening walk I kept expecting to see some lights like the Brown Mountain lights or perhaps to hear the rattling of coins (see #120).
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Great picture. I expect vampires and werewolves to materialize.
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