On this, one in a long string of foggy days, reflected and abstract shapes hold my interest. Without shafts of sunlight to create shadows on old growth spruce and Hemlocks in this beachside forest, their trucks flatten to elongated rectangles disappearing into the gray. From the beach we find fog and low clouds blocking off dramatic mountain ranges and slicing off the tops of forested islands. The tide has flooded over all interesting beach shapes. Rather than be like these gulls huddled together in a group sulk, I try to find things to excite me as much as trailside smells wind up my little poodle mix. They are back in the woods where the trunk of a shattered hemlock tree injects orange colored, sharp-edged planes into the soft, green forest. Nearby, the waters of a beaver pond reflect back the shapes of spruce partially severed by beaver teeth.  Nearer the beaver’s dam, alders form sophisticated abstractions by curving over the pond in a search for light. Reflection is the key, mine and that of the trees.