Eisenberg cloaked in misty robes.
Scenes like this makes me glad to have hopped out of bed that early. The fog kept circling about casting a spell over Eisenberg.
Wherever one turns a church is there. The spire does seem to have orientation abilities and perhaps has been used as such throughout time...
A quick step outside the grey zone to lighten the mood...the last few days of gorgeous autumn weather.
A delightful find this morning in one of Eisenberg's gardens. Bright, refreshing and soothing they stand for all to notice and take in. How many will though?
I love those days when nature imitates a
film noir letting one's imagination run wild with ideas, plots and history. The magic about those foggy days is that within couple of hours more often than not the fog lifts to reveal a most stunning day in Eisenberg...
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