I took the kids out for a late-night walk last night specifically to see the fog, which was so thick at its peak, we could barely see the houses on the other side of the street.
Here are some photos people have posted to give you and idea of how truly cool it looked here. (Some of those shots are from my neighbourhood, or close enough.)
It all looked like something out of a horror movie - like, say, The Fog. Or even The Mist, for that matter.
Needless to say, I had a little hand clutching at mine for most of the way.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
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