The silence is overwhelming when you are embraced in a good fog. At Valley Forge the other morning, all I could hear was the click of the shutter from "James Dean". Maybe a stray honk of a goose in distance. Well, there was that dog I could hear barking too. A bit muddy, so my boots squished a little. But when everything else is shielded from sight by a blanket of fog, you can imagine most anything. And believe me...I can do that.
Valley Forge National Park
Valley Forge, PA