I got an up close and personal photo of a White-breasted Nuthatch and then noticed the fog in the valley below our hill.
I wasn’t sure the fog would still be present when I got down into the valley, but I should not have worried. It stayed for several hours. I enjoy photographing in the fog because it lowers contrast and simplifies many scenes. Plus when the sun does break through, the combination of sun and fog can be very dramatic.
I headed across the Ledyard Bridge and turned north. Here are a few photos I took in Norwich.
I travelled into Thetford along familiar and unfamiliar roads. Here are photos I took in Thetford.
I found a nice series of rapids along the Pompy that I don’t even recall seeing or photographing before. Here are photos from a 100 foot stretch of the river. Getting from one end of this section to the other was a bit tricky.
I headed back into Norwich. Near the spot in the photo below I stared for a long time at an owl on a post in the heavy fog trying to decide if it was real or not. If it was real, it sure held still. In any case the photo would not have been very good.
There were a considerable number of people and dogs in Huntley Meadow. I got the feeling I had arrived just as a training class had ended.
I headed uphill in Norwich and found the fog was clearing and blue sky was starting to show.
I was above the fog now. Here is a view of the Moose Mountain range on the eastern side of Hanover across the river.
I turned around and saw blue sky and the moon.
But there was still fog below me in Norwich. Here are three photos taken as I headed back into town.
In the afternoon Jann and I took a hike. It was in the 60s.
Here is what our yard looked like a short time ago.
