It was foggy last Tuesday morning, but the fog burned off later in the morning. On Wednesday morning, though, the fog was even thicker and I enjoyed sitting on a fallen log, savoring my last hours in Floyd in the quiet woods. Up on top of the hill, where the car was parked, it was windy and cold. The wind caused the accumulation of fog to fall like rain-drops. It was unpleasant and not enjoyable. But down the slope, below where I intend to build the house, it was quiet and windless – very comfortable, in fact. I took this shot from down the slope, zooming in so that I could capture the car at the top of the hill. I love to look at the stark beauty of the tree trunks in winter. Some people say fall and winter lack beauty, that everything is dead and barren. But I love the colors and the shapes.