the fog is
lifting o’er the lake,
yet lingers
in the trees–
soon it all will dissipate
with the slightest breeze
–photo by me
shadorma sunday
the fog is
lifting o’er the lake,
yet lingers
in the trees–
soon it all will dissipate
with the slightest breeze
–photo by me
michaeljordahl 
Is that your bike? 🙂
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Yup, that’s her,alright!
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Cool. I cycle a lot too. 🙂
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You’ve transported me there through your poem and photo. The solid structure focal point of the bicycle contrasts well with the ethereal like fog soon to dissipate. Your poem reminds me of quick Oriental calligraphy. Simply beautiful!
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Thank you, Shelley! I thought about moving the bike out of the way, but it adds something to the photo.
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I really like today’s words. I blew the photo up and it’s amazing all the beautiful colors, even some greens in the fog. I’m sure you saw them. Never realized fog was so colorful! Always only saw a drab gray. Happy pedaling!
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Now that I’m back in my reading chair and not swing perched, perhaps the greens are trees🤓
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It’s what I liked about the photo: the fog and the trees go so well together!
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