Fog
"The fog comes on little cat feet.
It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches
and then moves on."
Published 1916 by Carl Sandburg... 1878-1967... American Writer, winner of 3 Pulitzer Prizes
... click each pic to enlarge... much nicer...
...taken in the early morning from my studio window...
Gwen Buchanan at Desideratum Art and Jewelry in St. Martins, New Brunswick, Canada
Eerie and absolutely beautiful.
ReplyDeleteGuillaume it was very calm that morning and the fog was so gently drifting and flowing, it felt like music.
ReplyDeleteI have a true story about fog.
ReplyDeleteI was going home for the weekend on a foggy Friday night riding my motorcycle and noticed that the car in front of me was taking the same route as I was, there were cars behind me and not over taking me.
So where he turned left or right so did I and they too.
All was going well and seemed familiar until he stopped, we all stopped and found ourselves outside of his large manorial type home!
We all had a great laugh as we turned around and drove up his driveway back to the main road.
Whenever someone mentions FOG my memory tumbles back.
Such a peaceful view, lovely photos.
ReplyDeleteLovely photos, Gwen. They bring me a feeling of such peace and calm... something I really need right now.
ReplyDeleteThanks Penny and Sharmon, It calms the heart and feels like time stands
ReplyDeletestill. I love it when this happens.
Stunning shots Gwen. So atmospheric!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful - love the way fog seems to creep from the hollows of the land.
ReplyDeleteOhh I love that ....the fog comes on little cat feet....how cute is that? ....
ReplyDeleteThanks Seth, I love the way the distance seems measured in tones of light.
ReplyDeleteThanks Jane, it entertains too... better than tv.
Vee, just slinking along...
Good story Mel. Fog can do that. sometimes its trance like and we all go with the flow.
ReplyDeleteWhat gorgeous ethereal photos...the light and the fog are magic. Thanks for sharing these.
ReplyDeletePerfectly lovely. I have a piercingly beautiful childhood memory of walking slowly down a silent lane in very thick fog, noticing that all the spider webs on the hedges were spangled with beads of moisture. Magical!
ReplyDeleteHi Carol, Good to see you! You are right, it was like a magic show.
ReplyDeleteHi Rachel, Things around you feel more intimate when there is thick fog all around.. we seem to focus on them. Those spider webs must have looked like jewels.
These are excellent captures, Gwen. I particularly like the third from the end, with its distinct layers. I've tried capturing the mist like this myself, but not with the success you've had here.
ReplyDeleteWow...
ReplyDeletemy goodness, pink fog
ReplyDeleteinspires joy in my heart
so lovely
thank you ~
Thanks Janice, Nature teases me all the time. sometimes she acts so swiftly I don't have time to find the camera... and then sometimes she cooperates.
ReplyDeleteWildside, it was one of those singular mornings.
Thank you Tammie Lee. I don't think I could ever tire of watching the fog play with the land.
What a stunning view and such wonderful textural layers.
ReplyDeleteThank you Alex, The layers through the fog are truly mesmerizing... it feels like a mystery
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