Thursday, 28 February 2013
After a hot, still day, the evening fell into mist.
Mist, like snow, provides a new background, highlighting plants I might otherwise pass by.
Strange to look out upon a harbour fore-shortened by grey fog.
The guano-stained bird roost looks like a floating island.
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