At Naddi village near McLeod Ganj, Dharamsala, dense mist lingered, began to disperse a little, then closed in again. I liked the feeling of not being able to see everything, of not knowing what might be hidden.
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I do love misty mornings. They have a softness and a mystery I appreciate. Thank you for this stunner.
Kia ora Pete,
There is a somewhat comforting feeling this moment evokes in me.
Robb
This could be any number of places all over the world. I know the smell, I know how it feels. From the Smokey Mountains to New Jersey to the foothills here on a foggy new year's eve. Oh, yes, fog makes a place of it's own.
A lovely soft and gentle mystery.
EC, thank you — glad you like it. I find that sense of mystery very appealing.
Kia ora Robb. Yes, it's interesting how this kind of mist can feel comforting — almost like being enveloped in a blanket on a cool day.
Zhoen, we sometimes get fog like this here in the valley, and you're right — the feeling's the same.
RR, I think it's that sense of mystery (even if I know perfectly well what the mist hides) that makes these kinds of scenes so appealing.
It might sound odd, but I like the 'lost' feeling of this mysterious fog. Sometimes you have to lose yourself to find yourself,eh?
Nicely said, Barbara. It reminds me of Rebecca Solnit's excellent book, A Field Guide to Getting Lost.
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