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  • I'm willing to bet that at least one water molecule involved in this scene, on the other side of the world and eleven months ago, was also present in what I saw this morning.

    (I love thoughts such as these.)
  • A heavy mist greeted me as I set out on my bike ride.

    I was thrilled. I haven't seen a good fog in University City for at least eleven months.

    I love the ways the bare trees are veiled by the vapor.
  • I do not love the way that lunatics persist in driving through the murk without any lights turned on.
  • The fog gave me a chance to photograph the train station.
  • Another day's journey to work.

    When I think back to all the commutes I have done over the years - here, in Columbia, Missouri, in Bristol and London, England, I realise that I have missed so much. My eyes were not open. It's only been over the past decade or so, ever since I seriously began to wield a camera, that I have begun to see.

    Still, better late than never, as they say.
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