|Taken from the car window, keeping the camera out of the snow for now. Sea and sky are a uniform grey; it's hard to tell where the mountains are, in between.|
|Zooming in. A cormorant stands on his own rock off to the left. The small birds are hard to identify in this light; they're mostly black, with patches of white or grey. One, facing me, has a yellowish beak.|
I watched birds all the way down to Willow Point and back, stopping wherever I could see a parking spot under the snow. The clouds dropped lower until anything out on the water was lost in a grey mist; the world ended at the log jams.
|View from a parking space at Frank James Park.|
|Rose hips with snow caps.|
|Cushioned concrete bench, looking out to grey fog.|
|More rose hips.|
|Looking back towards the hills. Only the nearby houses and trees are visible; the hill beyond has been swallowed up by fog.|
The camera was getting wet. The snow was starting to melt as it fell on my windshield. Time to go home.