I love a foggy morning.....Early mooring, 6 am, walking out the door of the Pentagoet, I can barely see down the street..a beautiful morning fog has crept up from the bay and descended into the town covering the streets with its mist...it is glorious to walk through it as you barely can see past ten feet...like in the movie The Third Man the fog shrouds the town in mystery giving it a romantic allure. Here are a few photos..It is my hope I did it justice...
Looking toward the bay, normally 1 1/2 blocks away...
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