I can remember where I took this picture.
It was in the hill country just north of Taumaranui in the central North Island, at a highway rest stop.
I can describe the weather.
There was a fog, like smoke, opaque and wispy at turns, drifting through the pines and scrub, leaving all damp to the touch.
But I truly know what fog feels like.
For it was in my head, in a troubled time, when there was no clarity and no respite and for a brief period, no hope.
And even though I have climbed out of the worst of it, there are still moments, small intervals, when the fog returns from banishment.
Very frustratingly, I might add.
Then I remember that the fog must lift, and the sun come through, as it did a only a few minutes down the road…
One thought on “Fog Inside My Head”
The picture possesses a unique combination of patterns. The symmetry allows for beauty here. It sort of reminds me of a line from the Moody Blues: Breathe deep the gathering ‘gloom’. In other words life is suffering, but it’s also wonderful too. Not sure we can have one without the other. Check out my photography when you are feeling up to it. My Pixabay album is titled Beautiful Moments.
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