Fog serves as a great backdrop in a photograph. This was at the log rides, presumably to catch the splash when they hit the bottom after careening down a hill.
There was a time while working at A-1 Lanes in Nacogdoches - I was foreman working the night shift back in the spring of 1986, and as the sun rose I happened to be at the open end of the chicken house which served as our construction facility. There was a hill leading down to a barn in the property next door, with a horse grazing between me and the barn. The fog had settled into the little valley where the barn was, obscuring the horse from the legs down. I lingered as long as I could before returning to the racket of saws, forklifts and nail guns...
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