Change Is Hard

…but change is certain.


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And then there was fog

After the snow and cold it got warmer. Typical Michigan weather, changing all the time. But all that snow was still on the ground, and it had been cold for almost two week, so inevitably one day we woke up to fog.

Foggy farm fields.Say that fast 3 times.

So I went looking for water and trees dripping in fog. I had something specific in mind, but sometimes things don’t work out the way I plan. Eventually I gave up on the foggy lake idea and settled for foggy farmland.

A barn patiently waits for spring.

I was somewhat happy with the few foggy farmland photos I had when I remembered the National Cemetary, not far from my house. I reasoned the rows of white tombstones could look interesting in the fog.

It was kind of peaceful there, no noise, just the sound of falling rain.

And I remembered there were a few dead trees around a small lake too. Surely there would be something perfectly foggy to photograph out there.

Looking across the lake, the fog was rolling in thick.

In the end I’m really glad I stopped at the cemetery, though it had begun to rain by the time I arrived. The tombstones looked even more somber than usual in the grey light. I took quite a few photographs. They look almost black and white, but they aren’t.

So many rest here.

When I was finished photographing things near the front of the cemetery I figured I’d go to the back on the off chance I’d see the eagles that nest there. Every time I visit this cemetery I look, but I don’t always get lucky and see them.

Do you see them?

This time I did.

Meet Mr, and Mrs. Bald Eagle.

Score.

And double score on the way home when I found a red barn.

Red looks so nice against the grey of a Michigan winter.

Yep, I ended up being a happy camper, even on a dreary, foggy, rainy, winter day.