Sunday Morning Coming Down...

The weather statement had called for heavy dense fog in the early morning on Sunday and Monday.

I love morning fog now that I don't have to drive through 30 miles of ridges and valleys in dense fog on twisted roads that some demented twit dreamed up. Actually, the roads are old established roads and are notorious for being steep, twisted, and difficult.

Charlie went with me to the Merry Meadow to watch the sunrise. We wandered through the pastures to watch the sun come up over PeeWee's meadow. 

I wanted to experiment with fog and longer exposures. What I did find ~ and it makes perfect sense now that I think about it ~ that a longer exposure like the one below ~ gave me a 'star' effect on the sunlight coming through the leaves! 

Was it the combination of the 100% humidity and the light plus the 1/4 second of exposure? Well, I guess. I'm still learning about this thing called photography. If you want to see a large version, click on the photo. I didn't 'see' it until I got back home and brought it up on my laptop.

I experimented with a 15 second exposure in the meadow to see if I could get more of the fog that was slowly wafting through.

It sort of worked. The fog/mist can be seen moving past the branches in this shot. Nothing to get excited about except that I now know that I can set up for a foggy shot in the woods if the conditions are right to get that eerie feeling. I've just never tried it before. 

The fog lifted and the air cleared.

Monday morning was even foggier! What a delight. I just grabbed the Infrared camera and headed out to wander around.

At the fence line to the east and across the meadow.

Lil' Richard through the window while I was grabbing some coffee...

Sundance in the area I have been working on for the past few years to clear of burdock and brush.

The Greeter in my Forest Garden.

Rain now...

We have beautiful rain.

Awesome Creek by Morris

Nobody rocks a brass bell like I do.
She decided I needed this so she could keep track of me at all times.

I guess the few times I sort of got lost in my head and the time I got lost in the Big Meadow sort of scared her.
This thing is loud enough for her to hear me just about anywhere.
I don't think it is that loud though. In fact, I think she is losing her voice. She says she isn't but she doesn't yell MORRIS icky icky! As loud as she used to.
She says I am losing my hearing. Harrumph.
I'd rather she get a smaller ding dong bell though. This one is heavy.

It has been a while since the two of us have gone off to look for adventure, and find deer droppings.
Well, she doesn't care for deer pellets, but I still do. One day her taste buds will awaken, I hope.

She said we were going to check fences and see how the black berry situation was.
I know better.

She wanted to walk around the creek and take pictures.

I must admit, I'm a pretty good assistant.

I do improve photos.

Well.
Maybe not in this one.

I believe she calls this ... Photo Bombing.
I call it, doing what I do best.

After all, this adorable face deserves to be photographed.
Right?

We did have fun together though. It was like old times. Even when I got very sneaky and stood very still in deeper water so my bell wouldn't ring.

She got to spend some time in her special quiet place. And I stood above her on the bank watching.

That is my special duty you know.

Soon enough she pulled out that thing that she does stuff on. Like talk, tell time, tell temperature, and weather. Smart Phone? It doesn't work in the Creek Bottom.
Anyway she mumbled something about the time and how we had to head home.

I may be a bit dingy in the head, but I do know home when she says it.

I turned and headed up the muddy bank. She put her camera away and scampered up on all fours.
I love it when I can show her how to do things.

I rang that bell all the way home. See, everyone thinks I am getting old. But can they keep up to me?

Mostly not. I'm still pretty fast.