Next to Snow — Fog!

Here in the incomparable San Luis Valley, we have fog in winter. It’s glorious amazing beautiful and I had never seen it before. On very cold days it wraps the tiniest twigs on the smallest branches in frost.

I painted it for my Christmas card. ❀


In spring time, in spring snows, fog doesn’t freeze, it creates dreams. Over this past weekend we got 20 inches of wet snow and, of course, Bear and I were VERY happy, not least because we got “our” golf course back. Monday we took a blissful snowy walk in the wandering fog and the mist rising from the evaporating snow. We walked across the golf course, down a “road” that the carts use to get from place to place, and through the broken barbed wire fence leading to the driving range (pasture). We stood under a tree for a moment (I have recently gotten over a serious illness AND a pulled Achilles tendon so I’m not hurrying anywhere for now). The fog across the distant San Juans revealed and concealed blue and white shapes of mountains. The winter trees in the distance softly dropped clumps of snow. It was a beautiful morning.

Bear was suddenly all alertness and Dusty had taken his “I see a squirrel pretty far off” position. I grabbed Dusty’s collar and told him to sit. Following the line of Bear’s nose I saw it. Running as lightly as a dream through the mist across the untouched snow, was a red fox. It’s the first fox I’ve ever seen. Coming home, watching the sky, I saw a golden eagle making her way ever higher in calm circles in the dispersing fog.

16 thoughts on “Next to Snow — Fog!

  1. You certainly have wonderful landscapes, although I am not into snow. I can imagine it would be a feast for a camera where you live.

  2. I think that all valleys collect fog. I know that on a misty night around here, if you are driving on any of our roads, when you dip down from the top of the hill, there will be a thick fog waiting for you, but the next hilltop will be (almost) clear. When I look out of my windows into the woods on most winter morning, if it isn’t snowing, there will be fog. Not much in the summer, but all through fall, winter, and the cooler part of spring. I like fog too. As long as I’m not driving or sailing a boar through it!

    • I loved in Nebraska in the fall when mist would come out of the valleys and the trees were all different colors. I know you meant “boat” but really, Marilyn, sailing a boar is kind of poetic.

  3. Al that wet snow must be heaven for thick coated dogs. And I’m happy to know that you are on the mend or that you are now mended.

    I make my share of typos and some are down right awful to pitiful. I hope Marilyn does not take offense but her boar boat made me smile. If I catch a typo I correct it and don’t mention it. But I make errors just about every time I make a comment. I try to comment on my favorite bloggers and to those that I feel I have “connected” with. So by now I hope that most bloggers are not too aggravated with my typos, sentence structure and what not.

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