Wendy, Trey and I had a nice walk this afternoon at Hartlen Point.
Heavy fog kept rolling by as we walked along the cobbled shore below the cliffs.
The dogs chased the ball into the ocean, or up the eroding cliffs.
It was cooler today and perhaps that was what was causing the fog. Whatever the reason, I love the way it "fuzzes" up reality's edges.
Things that are normally sharp and clear, take on a softer look.
'cept for Trey. He always makes sure that you can see him clearly.
While Wendy waits patiently in the background.
And all the while the ocean waves breathe IN and OUT, IN and OUT.
And the gentle breeze brings the jumbled scent of wild roses and sea life.
It feels magical to be near the ocean on a foggy day.