I woke up to a foggy Sunday morning,
grabbed my camera and went for a short ride eastward, down Rt. 117 .
Lower Village Cemetery in Stow
St. Bridget's Cemetary, Maynard
St. Bridget's Cemetery, Maynard.
I love the stone wall and the dried leaves that bring out the brown tones in the stones.
Frost tipped grass.
A flock of wild turkeys on a field next to the side of the road in Sudbury.
I wanted to get closer but wasn't brave enough.
For years I've been wanting to stop to take a picture.
At this point I had to turn around and pick up some bagels
for my family at home.
The early morning was magical.
Even though I was on a major route, it was nice and quiet.
I like how the fog adds a little mystique
and how things in the distance appear colorless.
I wish it was foggy more often.
I don't know about you guys, but even as I found nature to be magical that morning, I have a difficult time finding Christmas spirit without the snow.
Today I made an effort to start making it feel like Christmas is approaching, at least inside the house. I guess I hadn't done much of that. It helped a bit. But I still want snow.
What are you guys doing to get in the mood?
Do you need snow?