This week I drove to Traverse City several times for Film Festival showings.
On one of the mornings, the bay was placid and completely cloaked in fog.
While the veil of haze nearly obscured the far side of the bay, some people went about their business as usual.
Sailboats remained moored, waiting silently for clear skies and brisk winds.
Like the fisherman, the ducks appeared to ignore their monochromatic surroundings and paddled along as usual.