It could be a collage of drawings taken on the spot, memories of holidays, a special moment somewhere else...
I couldn't have known where the fog was coming from, whether it was smoke from the fires or the solar eclipse. 
The beating of the wings of the birds as they flew away would not have disturbed my meditation by the water if I hadn't seen the caribou slipping away discreetly and I would have met the eyes of the doe and her fawn watching me...