The groundfog, mists, and clouds do their part to make the start of the day a wonder.
From the Casita porch, mists and fog swirl between us and the hill across the valley.
From minute to minute the scene changes.
What is seen one moment is unseen the next.
And the next…
Climbing up the hill, an opening in the trees reveals the valley to the east. where the mist is rising and dissipating. In the distance, dammed clouds peer over the mountaintops.
When we reach the mirador high on the hill we look southwest to rivers of fog flowing over rivers of water.
A litter later in the morning, heading out on a trip to town, lingering mist silhouettes trees on a pasture ridgeline.
From another angle, sunlight brings the trees into sharply lit detail.
Later on, on that same trip to town, there’s a fine later-morning view of the Talamancas.