"The air of summer was sweeter than wine."~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

There’s something almost majestic about the night. Especially tonight with the fog. . . the way it eerily creeps its way through the weeds and covers the earth like a wet blanket. There’s no wind. The street lights cast their hazy, halo-like glow through the mist, mirroring their reflections in the puddles beneath them. It’s quiet. It’s the kind of deafening silence that makes you feel as if you’re the only person left in the world. . .

The fog evokes a feeling like I've been here before. It's mysterious and otherworldly in some way. . . like something you'd read about in a fairytale.

Images taken at Paine's Creek and Point of Rocks Beach
Brewster.

June 28th, 2008