|Crofton Beach - no wharf in sight|
As Eddie and I trekked down the path at the far end of the beach loop, the blanket of fog obliterated all signs of Salt Spring Island across the bay, and even the docks and wharfs along our shoreline.
|No sign of Salt Spring Island|
Yet as we descended to the beach, beauty emerged in the form of an oystercatcher:
And as we strolled along the shore, another form, perched high on a post in the water, emerged from the fog - an eagle:
|Eagle takes wing in fog|
As we neared the seawalk, a small rowboat and red seaweed provided a picturesque shot against the haze of the wooden raised walkway:
And I spend a few minutes playing around with the camera settings to accentuate the boat and the fog:
Leaving the beach, we hurried home and hopped in the van, heading to our friend Karen's where Eddie would have a meet-and-greet with her dogs and an introduction to the grooming he will receive there ever few weeks. But we didn't quite get there at the appointed time because, just as we drove past Maple Mountain, the sun tried to break through the fog and illuminated the forest with such beauty that I was compelled to try to capture it - though I didn't come close to capturing the awe-inspiring effect of yellow sunbeams stretching fingers through fog and winter branches.
Duncan, our destination, was bright and sunny and remained that way all day. Crofton, on the other hand, stayed thickly smothered in fog all day and night, a fog through which the sun is just now trying to burn. Twenty minutes apart by car, but such different climates.
And now Sir Eddie would like a walk, so the photos from Eddie's meet and greet shall have to wait for tomorrow.