Christmas morning began by feeding Lucy, our cat, and Star, our dog, before settling in with a cup of coffee and a book. Since ours is home without small children, we take a restful, low-key approach to the holiday. My wife would catch up on our sleep. But then I remembered the weather forecast calling for fog on Christmas morning. Sure enough, peeking out my window after that first cup of coffee, there was a wondrous blanket of fog! I love fog. It defines and simplifies many scenes. After that peek, I grabbed the cameras and headed out for photos. The results are what you see here, including Taylor’s Murphy Park and a few scenes along the Blackland Prairie farm country. God’s country.