A fog drifts in, the heavy laden Cold white ghost of the sea One by one the hills go out, The road and the pepper-tree.
I watch the fog float in at the window With the whole world gone blind, Everything, even my longing, drowses, Even the thoughts in my mind.
I put my head on my hands before me, There is nothing left to be done or said, There is nothing to hope for, I am tired, And heavy as the dead.
Gray Fog Sara Teasdale
2 frames stitched together in PS. Prior Park, Bath England...the bridge further along this path: [link] The view from the bridge looking back: [link] and [link]
i never thought i'd fall in love with a photograph.
but there you go again, defying all expectations and just making us all proud again.
Thanks for sharing such a bşg deal. Love it