Lost in a Fog

“It was almost twilight, long shadows of oaks and chestnuts crossing the unpaved road leading away from the village. The woodlands were still pristine and other-worldly, scored with small cartways half-buried by overhanging branches thick with leaves. In the gathering shade the trees were wreathed in vapor and mystery, like sentinels for a world of druids and warlocks and unicorns. A brown owl glided over the lane, mothlike in the darkening sky.” ― Lisa Kleypas | Photography | Black and White |