Some Would Call It Fog

Yet if you grew up land locked like I did, I have very distinct memories of fog. It would always come on the fall mornings...and it had this smell...I cannot describe it, it's just the way fog smells. Since we've been living by the ocean we get these magical misty mornings (and sometimes afternoons) quite frequently and all year around, and it doesn't smell like the fog back home. Therefor I call it mist. How about you? Do you differentiate between fog and mist? Or is it same shit different pile to you?

Did someone say shit? I shit on all the things!

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Okay, I Really Got Off Track There...

Anyhoooo...let's look at some beautiful shit! Bwa hahahhahaa :)

Everything looks so great in Mother Nature's soft focus.

I was having fun with near and far. Oh lord, don't get me going on that Sesame Street episode now...near...far...near...far... (I'll spare you the video). I just loved the contrast of the crispness of up close versus the mistness of the distance.

And do you see what I see? My #ophumanangels note for the fishermen is still on that pylon. What is that sticky note made of, cement? The writing is finally fading but that note is holding strong. I put that there in the winter! It says "You are very loved and needed".

What's Blooming

Our lovely lupins are opening everywhere, and I told you before how they seem to really thrive in ditches...my walks have reached a new level of joy, tis the season of beautiful sights and smells...everywhere. Nova Scotia is Heaven on Earth in the Summer.