Blue sky search

This time of year, fog often settles in over the low-lying areas of the Fraser Delta, blanketting us from Langley to Ladner, wiping out distances and colour. Yesterday was typical.

There was a hint of blue sky to the south-east; we headed in that direction, driving to Cloverdale on farm roads to the south of the highway. The mist drew a curtain around us, isolating us in a circle with one or two items at a time:

Gateway to a field.

Entrance to an unseen home.

Ditches.

U Catch Em.

(Trout swimming in the mist?)

Soggy field and rusty barbed wire.

We stopped to photograph two eagles in a tree, just over our heads; all we got were grey shapes. A hawk on a telephone pole was a brownish silhouette. We found a heron in a ditch:


When Laurie's flash went off, the heron rose and flew away, disappearing almost instantly into the fog.

Laurie leaned out the car window to take a photo of starlings on a lawn; they didn't approve:

"We're outta here!"

Meanwhile, on the driver's side of the car:

Ignoring the car a few feet away.

We never did find that patch of blue sky. Maybe tomorrow.

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