Waxing philosophical...about fog

For some reason, I love fog. Not driving in it necessarily, but just looking at it and the way lights are softened. Everything is just so quiet and peaceful (of course that may have been the fact that it was 7:30 and freezing and I was the only person dumb enough to be outside taking pictures). There's also something about not being able to see what's beyond the fog, like you're isolated from the rest of everything. And as you move farther and farther into it, you never seem to reach the edge. There's always that barrier you can't quite get through to see what's beyond, and even though you know what's there, it's still a little unnerving that you can't actually see it. But it kind of makes you focus on what you can see, which is nice since you don't always notice what's right there in front of you. I don't know; I guess I'm weird.

With fog at this time of year usually comes hoarfrost, which I also love. It makes everything so sparkly and winter-wonderlandy. So when I noticed both out our window this morning, I had to grab the camera. You might remember the lantern from the sunrise pics a few months ago. Maybe I should do a series...