It’s my first time taking part in The Daily Post‘s weekly photo challenge. This week’s prompt, peek, literally piqued my interest so I decided to join in with this photograph of a cabin peeking through the morning fog.
I took this photo three years ago during a weekend getaway with my best friend. We rented a rustic cabin in Grande-Anse, a tiny village midway between Shawinigan and La Tuque. It was the end of October, the leaves had fallen and winter was definitely on its way; the whole weekend was bitterly cold but the place was stunning.
Our cabin had a deck overlooking (and kind of suspended over) the Saint-Maurice River. On the Saturday morning I was snuggled up in bed, messaging back and forth with Edward when he asked if he could ring me. I put my coat over my pyjamas and grabbed my camera before stepping outside to avoid waking up my friend.
The fog was so thick that I could barely see where I was going, but I headed in the general direction of the terrace and sat on one of the Adirondack chairs. Edward and I chatted for a little while and by the time we hung up, the fog was slowly starting to dissipate. I began to snap photos of the flawless, untouched landscape when this chalet appeared through the mist…
A few more minutes and the sun would rise and the fog would lift, but for a moment everything was still and eerie… It was only our unseen neighbour and me.