There are two kinds of fog, at least in my opinion. There is the dirty, dull soup in one corner but there is also the kind of fog that mysteriously disguises, the one that shows a soft and gentle nature - and is ultimately beautiful. The latter one is around in Kildare every time I visit - or so it seems - and I'm drawn outside mesmerised once the first patches start appearing towards the evening.
The house is surrounded by an old pasture fence. I'm not sure if it is necessary, I never spotted animals in the vicinity. Maybe it is merely a remnant, I never asked. I always place my camera on it to do long exposure shots, something that gets necessary once dusk arrives, and every single time I catch myself removing my gloves in order to touch and feel the old and tanned wood.