the fog of fall
a brief glimpse of Thunder Arm made me stop in my tracks - or rather, kept me from crossing the bridge over Diablo Lake and continue to the Overlook.
I parked the car at Colonial Campground, then proceeded to the beach. A low fall fog was creeping over the Fourth of July pass, and heading down the lake.
It was a strange, mesmerizing sight. While the rest of the lake was enveloped in bright sunshine, here the weather was ominous, menacing - cold.
I had to take a shot.
the fog of fall
a brief glimpse of Thunder Arm made me stop in my tracks - or rather, kept me from crossing the bridge over Diablo Lake and continue to the Overlook.
I parked the car at Colonial Campground, then proceeded to the beach. A low fall fog was creeping over the Fourth of July pass, and heading down the lake.
It was a strange, mesmerizing sight. While the rest of the lake was enveloped in bright sunshine, here the weather was ominous, menacing - cold.
I had to take a shot.