Foggy morning

This is the graveyard I walk by to get to work. I loved the effect of the fog on the scenery this morning.


Took my weekly excursion through Quaker country to go to yoga this evening...felt odd to see a young boy (8 years old perhaps?) driving a buggy alone down the street.

I guess there's no law saying you have to wait until you're sixteen when it's a horse and buggy.