What hides above

You’re on the road, a bit of modern concrete from the days of industrialization, cutting through mother earth like it doesn’t matter. 

Are you in a car? If so, imagine driving up. You’re on a winding road. It turns, it twists, it makes you spin.  

And even if you are on foot, it makes you awed.


You’re on a road in a forest. In November, the leaves are falling. They’re not fire red colors still but beginning of winter red, yellow, orange.  There is something missing in this picture…

1,2,3 we’re not there yet to the forest. November 2021, Saverne, France. ©le_chah_errant

Fog. Lots of it. Many might see as warning signs. Others might see omens everywhere. Some see mystery. As it stands, mists are stuff of legends. In the past, it was home to hiding monsters and queens of all sorts. Today, it might still harbor the shadows we dream nightmares about when youngsters. In forests, especially, it presents in one instance, a wonderous mystique and in another instance, an enormous bucket of fears.

Unedited. Forest mists on the road. November 2021, chateau du Haut-Koenigsbourg. ©le_chah_errant

I write this duality because I saw the mists face to face for the first time recently. Even though it’s just a sign that rain clouds are above our heads, they do represent a great many different turmoils inside of us. I felt wonder and the childhood happiness when we discover the bright new things (in my case, it was a bucket full of double-edged swords.. good things always paired up with not so good things). Nature is after all a masterpiece, when we leave it alone. It does not take well to mistreatment. 

But it shows us a lot. Imagine losing yourself in this fog. No, don’t worry, you don’t have to if you don’t want to. However sometimes, we do not get the choice. Decisions are made daily, by the second. A few of those are made in advance. Others are made as time flies by, little by little. Several, though, are made in the fog. They’re made in the mists. I walk around with a rain cloud over my head sometimes. I can decide what to make of it: sunshine, thunder, or lava. 

Unedited #3. Lost. November 2021, chateau du Haut-Koenigsbourg. ©le_chah_errant

This time, I chose happiness but only because I was seeing it for the first time. We never know what happens next.

This week, a little photo blog on a recent weekend in the Alsatian countryside. We’ve kept afloat with the different news this past week but haven’t put words to paper yet. 

Enjoy the fog or tell us what your fear is. ❤️

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