A week or so ago we awoke to a misty morning, and a taste of autumn in the air. @shepherdmanswife suggested a climb up Croft Hill, close to home, which, although not particularly high, often rises into the sunshine above the fog lying in the countryside below. Grazing cows emerged from the mist as we made the short ascent to the top, where the fog was as thick as at the bottom. We descended the hill, and joined the footpath above the quarry edge, with none of the usual views over the landscape, hidden beneath a grey blanket. After descending steps at the far side of the quarry we joined the boardwalk that eventually led along the valley back to Croft Hill, and at last the fog began to disperse as the sun made a rather subdued appearance, just a watery disc in the sky. @shepherdmanswife stopped to photograph the grey hues of the trees emerging from the thinning mist, as we three, the two dogs and I, waited patiently, as we have all learned to do. Croft Hill was still fog-bound, and @shepherdmanswife felt the urge to photograph the ghostly-grey bovines still grazing in the gloom. I, on the other hand, felt the urge for a cup of tea, and so we left her to her art. Tea was brewed (or “mashed” as we say here) and poured by the time that she got home. http://365project.org/shepherdmanswife/365/2014-10-14 for cows in the mist.
Beautiful shot of this foggy, misty bridge with what appears to be moss on the railings. You have really captured the devotion and patience of your dog!
A very atmospheric shot and love the patient dog!