Mist-ical drive
I’m not really in the mood for yarning today, folks.
Must be the weather (and the mountain of washing, folding, vaccuming and tidying facing me down). Really, I’d rather watch a windmill spin. Anything. I do not heart housework!
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Instead, I thought you might like to come for (an almost) wordless virtual drive with me … through the morning mist of my kindy day.
First we must wait for the school bus. This is looking one way up the road (can you see it?)
This is looking the way the bus should be coming.
If I’m not too late…
Oh… there it is! Got your backpack Dash? Bye!
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Now we must creep along the road (and stop occasionally to take photos, therefore being late again for kindy. But it’s OK. The lovely Kindy teacher would collapse in shock if I arrived on time.)
Lovin’ the way the colour fades to black and white as the world disappears into the cloud…
I swear I could have been in a different world – the moors in Great Britain maybe. Or Lord of the Rings. Fog affects my mind….
Hey, maybe there’s been a time warp and I’m back in the 1800s?
Oh no… that hand is too soft for the 1800s and that two-way aerial is definitely 20th century at least…
Climbing higher and into even more treed country…
And onto the bitumen…
TLW was demanding: When we get to Kindy Mum?? When?
So I stopped stopping to take photos.
We were only 15 minutes late.
And I went and had a very 21st century steaming cup of coffee to clear my head.
12 Comments
Jayne
Oh yes, I used to wonder if a Cobb and Co coach would come galloping out of the mist at our place or if the fog had dragged us back to the past 😉
Karen
Beautiful photos! It’s a nice fog, not a creepy fog. Very ethereal … By the way, what is a bitumen?
debby
I love the fog too. I live in the mountains and sometimes when you are coming down from the hill to go to work, you can see the fog wrapping and winding around the mountains and the water…and it does feel like ANYTHING could happen. Anything at all. You could step out into another time, or another place, or some magical creature could step out to greet you. *sigh*
Bush Babe (of Granite Glen)
Glad to know I’m not alone with the fog-as-time-warp-drug thing! Karen – a bitumen road is a sealed road (you know: tar+blue metal=bitumen). What do you call ’em??
BB
PS Jayne, I just know someone is going to ask me about Cobb and Co!!! I really must do a language post soon…
oceans5
Those are beautiful photos. It all looks so peaceful. 🙂
Leslie
Just beautiful! 🙂
Sitting here reading your blog and sipping hot tea with a chocolate oatmeal cookie, with a glace cherry on top.
Oh, and a very large black and white cat stalking me – think she wants a hug.
debby
Oh, over here, we call it black top
Leslie, your comment about the cat gave me a jolt. We looked out our back door to see a small black and white cat staring at us. This is unusual because we have a dog that doesn’t like cats at all, and in some sort of way, cats stay gone from our yard, as if they’ve talked to one another. Then we were doing repairs on another house we have in town, and we looked from the balcony down to the deck…and there sat a small black and white cat, staring up at me. It was a jolt as well, as if I were being stalked.
And now I’m off to google Cobb and Co.
rhubarbwhine
That really does look divine. And cold. Did I mention cold? Great pics, girl.
Alison
I’m with Rhubarb – Brrrrr!!!!
Fog always makes me feel cold.
Great piccys though 🙂
Karen
Black top, like Debby said. Wow, I’m woefully ignorant of Oz-speak *grin*. Looking forward to that language post – ha ha!
Jenni
Phabulous phoggy photos! I love the contrast of the red dirt road with the soft greys the fog has given everything else.
Pencil Writer
Fog is such an ethereal thing! It softens things, don’t you think? I like watching ground fog hover over streams and marshy areas, too. Just don’t like the “pea soup” variety that you can’t see a bloomin’ thing in!
Do bunyips leap out of foggy bottoms?