We thought the mist on the hills would prevent us from spotting birds. It didn’t. We thought it would prevent us from photographing birds. It did.

But then we realized that the mist, in itself, was a thing of beauty.

Here's the scene as we drove up the hills: This was the scene at the nursery area: The majestic trees made a chiaroscuro image: Right overhead was a display of the vault of heaven, clothed in mist: Some young trees made a fractal silhouette: Here's the pavilion in the nursery, with some of the birders: And the same pavilion, without the human element, wreathed in the soft cotton folds of the mist:

And just to see how it would look, I decided to take one image of the passing scenery through the rain-washed window of the car:

And finally, you can see the way the rainclouds are moving …gliding…along the hilltops…