This morning, as I was making breakfast, my youngest son came bursting through the door after walking the dog.
“Mom! You gotta come outside!”
He ran upstairs, back down and outside before I could get my boots on. 111 more words
Freezing fog gives a ghostly appearance to this view of the little road that runs from our hamlet up towards La Motte.
(To enhance the mood, the original colour image has had a Blue high-contrast filter applied in Lightroom.)