Fog

Most of November was looking like this:

The Fog

or like this:

misty landscape

We had some minutes of sun in between two banks of grey clouds though. I liked this a lot:

Spider silk in the sun

Spider silk glistening in the sun. never seen that much spider silk before. Busy spiders. Saw this on a walk with the dogs up the hill in front of the property.

Rudi (terrier) got a new grey sweater for Christmas. He’s already wearing it and scares the sheep. Sheep are confused by and afraid of new colours. They don’t change their colour and expect everybody else to be like them.

The sheep wonder about Rudi's new sweater

Brumous Normandy

Some days ago I talked with someone from Andalusia about Normandy and his first comment was, that it’s foggy here. And it’s true, it can be very brumous here, dense fog, clouds that seem to hang 2 metres over the ground. But it’s beautiful nevertheless and gives the landscape a touch of mystery.

This photo got me scared, not because I thought my flash revealed ghosts, but because I feared the humidity could enter in my camera. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

This photo got me scared, not because I thought my flash revealed ghosts, but because I feared the humidity could enter my camera and destroy it. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Fog on the pasturage. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Fog on the pasturage. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Fog in the trees around the property. We can hide perfectly like that. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Fog in the trees around the property. We can hide perfectly like that. In hundred years you might find us again if the fog will ever disperse. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

The fog enhances the sounds and it’s kind of creepy to hear voices of people who stand and talk some hundred metres away. Even creepier is the sound of the bell on the door of my neighbour. She has a real bell and unlike ours it’s not rusted away.

Phex guards us, none of those creepy voices will get past him. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Phex guards us, none of those creepy voices can pass him. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Trees on the fields. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Trees on the fields. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

A foggy sunset on the pasturage. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

A foggy sunset on the pasturage. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

And while the sky is clear, wafts of mist gather on the meadows. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

And while the sky is clear, wafts of mist gather on the meadows. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

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