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31. Misty mornings


Mist is so mysterious.  I have quite a lot of misty shots from mist fingering its way through the mountain valleys to country towns quiet and secret like I showed at number 16.  But mist by the water is perhaps the most charming of all so I chose this one taken at Wentworth Falls lake.

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  1. Now, that's misty! Love the shot.

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    1. It was one of those VERY foggy days. In fact I am not altogether sure this was morning or whether it was later in the day.

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  2. Yes, with just a hint of background. Good to get the imagination expanded. There is another terrific misty shot here https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=4838304251210&set=a.1151662087460.18268.1704890317&type=1&theater

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    1. Yes that is a lovely shot. I see the similarity, most of the rest of the world completely blanketed.

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