Monday, February 19, 2018

Foggy Dawn

The weather warning on Saturday predicted, "dense fog". There was none around our house but as I went south on my early morning jog, mist was enveloping the airport. 

A strange thing to see palm trees looming out of the fog

And a landscape more suited to the north - to autumn and ghosts and headless horsemen

I wonder how the alligators and bobcats that haunt the golf course like the fog? They are of course very much alive.

Mist surrounded the fishing pier too.

And against the moody pastels of the sea and sky there wasn't a pelican to be seen. Like the tiny planes at the airport, they had been grounded in the fog.

Until, as I turned northwards up the beach,  here they came

He wasn't bothered. Best stick close to the ground.

There were a couple of white egrets there too - a less familiar sight.  There must be rich pickings at the moment. 

The next day I was at the beach enjoying the sun when a man picnicking with his family caught what looked suspiciously like a baby shark. Everyone flocked around taking photos. It was about 18 inches long I'd say. Enough to give you a good nip on the ankles.   It didn't stop me going in for a swim though, the conditions are perfect now - just as we're leaving soon to go up north.

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