Morning in the cold and frosty valley with the sun beginning to break through the heavy fog. It would be a while before things cleared. In the meantime we get to watch the horse stir itself and mosey along nudging clumps of snow for any fodder.
What does G. Smith do? Imagine a beautiful scene and then just step out his door and find it? Day after day pure genius discoveries. They enrich my soul. Judith
I love it . It reminds me of my childhood when I couldn’t see my own feet because of the fog . That was when we lived in Doncaster. Love the uncertainty of what lies ahead. X
So ethereal!
Thank you Celeste for taking the time to look and comment. G
What does G. Smith do? Imagine a beautiful scene and then just step out his door and find it? Day after day pure genius discoveries. They enrich my soul. Judith
Thank you Judith
I hope you are well. G
I love it . It reminds me of my childhood when I couldn’t see my own feet because of the fog . That was when we lived in Doncaster. Love the uncertainty of what lies ahead. X
Thanks Gaynor … I remember the fog in Doncaster. x
Perfectly placid
Thank you Margaret. It certainly was a calming sight. G