A Foggy Morning on Lake Elizabeth
Six years ago during the winter of 2014 I found myself taking an early morning walk around Lake Elizabeth in Fremont. It was a chilly morning. A wet blanket of cool fog draped over the land limiting visibility to a hundred feet or so. Two blocks away Marg was undergoing a surgery that was to have a large impact on our lives for the next 3 years.
I found this image the other night, and it reminded me of that morning. It also reminded me that even in the darkest times there are moments of beauty. Darkness can be a transformative state, as long as you maintain the courage to not push it away. I learned that what I thought was darkness, was really part of the light.
Written from the light, in Nevada City.
Fremont CA
A Foggy Morning on Lake Elizabeth
Six years ago during the winter of 2014 I found myself taking an early morning walk around Lake Elizabeth in Fremont. It was a chilly morning. A wet blanket of cool fog draped over the land limiting visibility to a hundred feet or so. Two blocks away Marg was undergoing a surgery that was to have a large impact on our lives for the next 3 years.
I found this image the other night, and it reminded me of that morning. It also reminded me that even in the darkest times there are moments of beauty. Darkness can be a transformative state, as long as you maintain the courage to not push it away. I learned that what I thought was darkness, was really part of the light.
Written from the light, in Nevada City.
Fremont CA