It was not bad when I went over to the swamp. As we were walking in the fog dropped down, and stayed down. Two hours later it still had not burned off.
Best viewed large.
Top left below a Great Egret was tucked down on the nest. To them this dark means it’s still night.
Around now the nights have a chill, the days reach the 80’s. Fog is the norm.
Beautiful but eerie. I imagine you have to watch your step until the fog lifts
In most places that’s for sure. Cypress trees have roots that stick up into the air, some a few feet. Every photographer has gone down at least once. The good news is one side of this swamp has an old broken but paved trail used for a tram the owners will take tourist on. Both Ellen and I got a great shot of a gator walking past me there. We haven’t done anything with them yet, their new.