Earlier this month fog shrouded much of Northeast Nebraska. The first time I noticed it was around 3:30 in the morning. At that time it was unremarkably light. The next time I looked out the window, at 5:00, visibility was less than a quarter-of-a-mile.
At 5:30 the fog was somewhat more dense. It was time to bring out the camera and snap a few shots from the viewpoint of my driveway. Because the air temperature was below freezing and the relative humidity was nearly 100-percent, I expected a fair amount of hoarfrost formation to occur.
At 7:30, I was itching to take a walk with the camera down the Riverfront Trail in order to capture the fairytale scene of the hoarfrost covered town. A few hundred yards from my house, the parking lot lights of a supermarket glimmered through the trees almost as a finishing touch to the scene.
In my haste to take the short hike, I’d forgotten to wear gloves. The brisk air caused my fingertips to sting. I needed to return home. On the way, this scene of the new downtown bridge presented itself for admiration.
I hope these images communicate wonder and joy for a beautiful, meaningful holiday.
The Blue Jay of Happiness quotes 19th century writer/satirist Robert S. Hichens. “It was a black and white day of frost, which crawled along the dark trees and outlined twig and branch. The air was misty, and distant objects assumed a mysterious importance. Slight sounds, too, suggested infinite activities to the mind.”