50 shades of grey

I live in a notoriously foggy part of the world. I don't mean mist that dissipates by 10 am, I mean fog. Fog that lingers and weaves tendrils of clamminess into your whole day. It leaves me lamenting for days  "where is the sky?" . wail wail, moan moan.

It was icy this morning, frost about and fog is threatening. Recently, we have had misty, frosty mornings. The sun beats through by about 11 am and staves off the mist till 5pm.....but today the fog is here. Bleurgh.

35 x 45 cm
oil on board
Through the Pines