The early morning fog was as thick as I'd ever known it. I couldn't see.
I wondered - how it was I was going to make my art out of nothing at all. Out of nothing but endless white and bottomless grey.
And then - I found this.
Clinging for its life...holding on to its every last breath....blowing in the quiet.
How can you not admire nature's strength?
How can you not love its simplicity and elegance and grace?
Another gentle reminder.