Since I moved down the mountain two years ago, I’ve been playing hide and seek with the fog.
Higher up I used to be above the fog, but here, closer to the ocean it’s 50/50.
At the river, the fog highlights the mystery of the old heritage shipyards.
The little fishing village strains to show its colours.
But somehow, the fog makes the inside so much cozier.
And inside, the colours stay vivid.
For the first time I get a peek into the restored boat building house…soon to function as a museum.
While the modern world stays quiet and still.
Sharing with Mary and all my mosaic friends.