I arrived at Col Sam Smith Park just after dawn in heavy fog. The weather report claimed that the fog would shortly lift but it did not during my visit.
Each of the following photos shows some fog and a few show a few of the midges that filled the sky near the lake.
The Pine Warbler song sounds like a very “juicy” Chipping Sparrow trill. It was the call that alerted me to the presence of this migrating bird, found as usual in a pine.
For a moment or two, it entered a Silver Maple:
The Sun, midway upon his tireless march,
Eyes languidly the green earth’s sleepy face. – James Benjamin Kenyon (1858–1924)