In October our local scenery is no longer scenery, just shapes and outlines. We are then enschrouded in a mist that arrives from nowhere. You see only blurred outlines and hope that you can see ahead on the road. We blame it on the River Aar which flows through our area. We live just a few minutes away and you can see it rising like steam from a boiling kettle, churning upwards and engulfing everything. Every year same time, same place. I took the photo on a road trip to the local supermarket.