Winter Haze

Walking home from my grandmother's house in the late morning we ventured into the soggy woods, where the ground was still covered with a few inches of heavy, wet snow. But since the weather had warmed up nearly 10 degrees since the early morning, there was a mysterious and intriguing fog rising slowly from the ground. As we weaved our way along the thin path that snakes through the trees, we stopped to appreciate the quiet that had settled around us. No car noise, no airplanes, no man made noise, only the occasional bird and the dripping water from the departing snow. Very rarely do we get to witness the absolute quiet.
I rushed home to grab my camera to capture the ghostly fog that was leaving almost as quickly as it had come. I walked through some of the more unknown places in Cotuit, between the young trees in an abandoned field, behind an ancient red barn, and anywhere the fog was intertwined with nature. After getting battered by the snowstorm and freezing temperatures, the trees were looking for a respite from the harshness. Looking across the overgrown field, one could see the trees relaxing in the Winter Haze.

Here's the link to the slideshow: Winter Haze Slideshow