Paddle Wheel in the Fog

I love Fall mornings. Crisp air and fog drifts swirling softening the world around me.  Little glimpses of Fall color peep through the fog like dabs of color on a fresh canvas. 

I took LuLu the dog out for her morning jaunt and watched the fog shift around the Columbia River all but obscuring the Glenn Jackson Bridge. The water level of the river was low. We need more rain--something I thought I would never say living in the Northwest. Islands emerged, their rock beds naked long enough for scrub bushes to grow on them. Tufts of spontaneous life wearing new Fall color. 

A ship appeared, pushing through the fog underneath the bridge.

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I ended LuLu's sniff journey and raced back to the house to grab my camera.  The ship was a familiar one. A paddle wheel that cruises the Columbia River. I cannot remember the name of it but its a thing of beauty to watch.

Paddle in FogPaddle in Fog I followed it with my camera's eye as it moved quietly down the river. I spied a few people braving the morning chill atop the upper deck. They watched me as I captured their foggy journey.

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Water. Fog. Fall air. Color. These are the things that feed my soul like a 5 star feast. 

 

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