This is how my brain feels sometimes. Foggy. Ever feel that way. Too many things to do, being stretched in too many directions, or at least it feels that way. What a beautiful scene this was last week. A blanket of fog obscured all the trash and brown deadness we have here now. It camouflaged the cement plant miles behind this tree and all that stood was the tree. It was cool. I could have photographed the fog forever but had to go to work.