The reason for the woods’ misty glow became apparent when I left the trees, and the path opened out to the lake again. The colors had cooled along with the air, and a dreamy mist hung low to the water. The picnic table, so lively in summer, became an invitation to a moment of quiet solitude.
These images are part of a series posted chronologically from one river walk on Jan 13/18. I wanted to take you along on this beautiful winter day and share what you might have stumbled upon if you were walking in my shoes. To take the whole walk, start with clicking on Along the Way and use right arrow or Older Posts button to scroll through them all. Or use the Search tool just below the posts to find Along the Way. I’ll keep adding images each day until we wander back home.