A few days a year, in the heart of winter, the days begin with a glorious fog that rolls over the Cowichan Valley on Vancouver Island. This fog creates an eerie sense in the valley, both hiding and revealing vignettes at the same time, through the act of natural framing. The landscape changes, almost by the minute, as things are exposed and then obscured. It’s almost as if the fog is alive, meandering across the valley in search of secrets to find and share.
The sun was trying to poke its way through the thick fog cover, casting a ghostly orange glow in the atmosphere. Birds came and went, winding their way through the mist, arriving and leaving at the same time. Ducks paddled without sound, and even the gulls that are found everywhere were hushed, their presence barely to be noticed. These incredible fogs are directly related to the stillness in the air, a stillness you can almost hear in its deafening silence. As the day progresses, and with it the winds that are always sure to arrive, the fog dissipates, leaving behind unfettered views of what once was invisible.
These days come and go at this time of year. Even with the stark cold of winter and the difficulty found in rising from a warm and comfortable bed, the treasures we find are well worth the efforts.
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