Oddly enough, we don't get much fog here, in spite of what would seem to be ideal conditions. The last couple of days have been unusual, making our walk along the shore seem otherworldly.
Colours seem richer in the soft light.
The still water at slack tide creates abstract reflections.
A gnarl of tree roots looks like bones.
Marine Island takes on a ghostly presence.
A dry-docked toy boat waits to float again.
Kelp strewn rock rise up like castles.
Loons glide by in silence.