It was super-foggy last night, so I went out to look at streetlights through tree branches. You could spend a lot of time fooling around with silly depth-of-field tricks.
In both cases, the tree is my much-photographed magnolia which, as I’ve written before, can never not be beautiful.
This morning I was first up and discovered a couple of essential breakfast ingredients missing. As I walked five blocks to the store, I realized it had been a freezing fog, so the street generally, and the cars specifically, were pretty thoroughly iced.
Someone, in the depth of night, had gone along the street and lifted each car’s wipers off its windshield so they were pointing up saluting the morning. This will have made everyone’s de-icing a little easier. I suspect the midnight public servants were probably happily drunk.