walking bridge
Originally uploaded by searmid.
I dropped Meaghan off at the usual time this morning and headed for the river. From up the hill I could tell there was a fog of some sort making its way down the valley. By the time I got to the river it was obvious it wasn't a fog. It was more like smoke. Probably coming from one of the mills up river.
I hadn't thought about it until now, but events like this probably aren't all that uncommon. Living in Vancouver the same thing would happen. All the exhaust from cars and industry up the Fraser Valley lingered in the air. We often looked down at the city from our North Vancouver apartment at an ochre haze.
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