Moar Hoar

. . . off we drove from our neighbourhood park, where there be tamarack tress, to Riverside Park. You probably won't recall, but I said in yesterday's post that I hoped to capture the birches on the far bank when they would be softened by the fog. Yeah no, that wasn't going to happen with the fog being so heavy.

The far bank is pretty well obscured

I promised to explain why fog-plus-frost isn't as photographically perfect as one might assume. Fog is great, and so is hoar frost, but we found that to some extent the fog dulled the frost. It's as though the fog took a bit of the shine off the frost, so to speak.

There was a time, at the country cottage around Thanksgiving, that my sister-in-law, Heather, woke us early to walk about the fields to behold glorious hoar frost on the trees and bushes. It was bright out, and the frost was sparkling. This wasn't that. Don't get me wrong; it was very very pretty but it didn't always show up terrifically in the photos.

You can see the frosted trees a bit in these two photos, however.

Closeups, as in the berries yesterday, showed the frost better, but holding the phone close with cold, shaky hands and in a breeze, does not always yield the sharpest of photos, Nevertheless, here is one effort. Although I wish the foreground leaves were sharper, the blurry background works well enough.

Meanwhile, Sue and I did get a photo or two of one another.

With a little processing magic, the trees show up quite well in hers of me. I like the edit. Sometimes, you edit a photo to make it look like you wished it really were, and to be fair, in our minds it really was like this.

It had been a sudden, early morning adventure in below freezing temperatures. We were cold and needed to recharge. We stopped to pick up Tims coffees on the way home where we then did our usual morning thingies. The fog dissipated, but the frost remained, so after recharging we proceeded out again later in the morning . . .