Fog is common in spring near the icy waters of Lake Michigan as summer’s humid warmth battles winter’s cold wind. On a foggy day last week I set out with an idea of exploring the silhouetted shapes of oak trees. When I got to the lake, I realized that the foggy landscape gave me a lot more to think about.
The woods viewed through fog become achromatic and mysterious, with promising hints of green barely visible.
Even though the visual hints of spring were limited, hidden birds performed as a magnificent orchestra.
The way ahead is uncertain; are there treasures and insights to be found in the mist, or merely the possibility of getting lost?