It promised to be a good sunrise at the reservoirs: clear skies, little wind to spoil reflections and warm.
When Riley and I got there, it was completely blanked out by the fog. So after stretching our legs, I decided to look for misty scenes to photograph.
These bales shouted to me as I drove past, so I backed up, and Riley and I walked among them, coming and going in the mists, with the sun, just over the horizon, breaking through bit by bit.
I think it's worth Viewing Large for the ghostly further bales.