Quiet Fog

Ours is a land of rivers. Nearby, the Ure, the Skell and the Laver all course through Ripon, and the Ripon Canal peacefully splices the town in two. Local gravel pits end their working lives transformed into watery nature reserves. We’re approaching the time of year when, because of the surrounding water, morning mists envelop the landscape. I relish those early hours when quiet descends with the mist, muffling sound, slowing us down and encouraging us to savour these peaceful moments.

For Ritva’s Lens-Artists Challenge #364: Quiet Moment.

And Leanne’s Monochrome Madness.

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Author: margaret21

I'm retired and live in North Yorkshire, where I walk , write, volunteer and travel as often as I can.

80 thoughts on “Quiet Fog”

  1. Margaret, your photo and words immediately brought to mind Bach’s Sheep May Safely Graze. There’s such a gentle harmony in the way you describe the rivers, the mist, and the quiet of the early hours. I love how you invite us to slow down and savour those peaceful moments — it feels like music in prose.

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  2. Margaret – lovely photos that capture the mood of the season perfectly. I love the morning begins with ground fog near the water and it lifts as the air temperature rises. Magnificent. fall is my favorite time of the year. have a wonderful day. Peace.

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  3. Top notch photography!
    Makes me think of a sentence I noticed yesterday while reading Notes from an island, by Tove Jansson:
    “the purest and most honorable colors are still black and white.”
    Her nonfiction book contains black and white paintings by her partner.

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