Mist and Shadows

One early foggy morning, while running with the dog in the dark, I gazed in wonder at our haloed shadow as it paced ahead of us then glided out into the field beside us and disappeared. A car had come from behind just as we passed a large barn and somehow this combination of refracted light and mist caused a Brocken Spectre – a shadow projected onto and in a cloud, usually with a halo around it.

Now, seeing a shadow is one thing, but seeing a shadow move out and away from your body is quite another thing and ever since that morning I’ve held that image as one of the most profound sights I’ve beheld – all without a camera, of course and with only the dog as my witness.  On many other occasions, though, I have stopped to take a shot of the shadows or the mists.

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Up by the Lillooet Forest Service bridge, the fog swirls in imitation of the river flowing next to it.

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At Logan Lake, shadows are sharp and crisp.

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In the backyard, surprises appear in the shadows.

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On the Tenquille trail, my constant companion appears in the mist ahead of me then we both gaze at our dark reflections cast on a tree.

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I’m not alone in admiring shadows and mist; much is written about the meaning and the wonder of them. Romantic poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge, in Constancy to an Ideal Object describes the Brocken Spectre when a character Sees full before him, gliding without tread,/ An image with a glory round its head; at the time I saw this same apparition in the dark misty morning, I had no idea there was a name for the phenomena, nor did I know that the idea had been so clearly captured by a poet who lived one hundred and eighty years ago.

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