A ghostly landscape from which almost anything could emerge. The other morning two deer were picking their across through the whiteness. Sadly a pickup truck came up behind me and scattered them before I could take a picture. It's a mystery all right where all these pickup trucks are going in the early morning.
The cloud formations are haunting enough, even on the rare fogless days.
A path - for deer or humans?
Leading to the patch, which turned into a carpet.
Flowers that looked as though they belonged in a garden.
What were they doing there?
How did they get there?
Is the answer mundane or magical? Do we really need to know? That's the lane.