Hidden in mist

I worked throughout the last night and so at 5 a.m. I thought the timing was perfect to drive to Bezdrev one more time and see if I could get some more, this time more intimate, images of the haul of this large pond. The car was frostwhite and for the first time this year, it felt really chilly. The fog right outside of the town was like milk. Construction work on the road, new turf, no lines. Easy to slip of the dark road buried in thick white porridge. And the pond was just the same. Wonderful. I love mist and fog and totally enjoyed the greyish hour spent by the water. And the flock of herons catching fish just at the reach of my hand was breathtaking.

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