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Published: March 21st 2023
Grey clouds have settled on the mountain tops this morning. The air is soft with a chill that has us snuggling into our sweaters and scarves. The ice has retreated far from shore into a flat grey plate. Only where the wind is on-shore does a frail glaze push itself into the rounded rocks close to our feet. A few geese honk and glide across the view – perhaps even they prefer the dry land today. The mountains are oddly more remote in the flat, disinterested light – no glaciers picked out by sunny breaks. Our footsteps naturally hurry along the lake path. Only a few dog walkers and their always enthusiastic pets match our enthusiasm for the brisk morning wake-up.
Alas, tomorrow we return to daily life at home.
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Isabel Gibson
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Very atmospheric! I still haven't figured out how to capture fog/clouds with a camera as strongly as my eye does. I think my favourites are the ones with some blue peeking through, but they are all evocative. I'm reaching for my own sweater. Nice to have such clear memories from (almost) 10 years ago.