What happens when 2 feet of snow meet a warm rain? An epic fog right out of a fairy tale story...
|Visibility was down to 100 yard maximum. But the sunset was still trying desperately to get through...|
|I already feel creepily separated from the rest of the property in the evenings. The fog made that more apparent. There should be a big barn, lit up for night, and rolling pastures here...|
|Seriously. I expected to be set upon by the spectral hounds of Annwn and the rest of the Wild Hunt...|
|My car. The last hold out against the encroaching land of Faerie.|
|Though they appear calm, the horses were definitely on edge about the whole thing. I'd like to think Pig was telling Mary Jane spooky stories from his Irish homeland...|