October 21, 2006

fogged in






I'm often posting pics of some great sunset or clear day here at the beach. One of the other variations we get (with no rhyme or reason as far as I know) is this crazy fog that comes in and seems to surround us. I've tried to capture it in pics, but have never been able to very well. You can literally see whisps of fog passing by between you and whatever is across the street. While the weather further inland may be clear and sunny, here its cool and moist. At night you can hear the foghorns and bells nearby. Its like another world for a few hours or a day, and then its gone.

2 comments:

langolier said...

The Fog

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

- Carl Sandburg

jon said...

I thought of that when I wrote that post! I remember Mom reading that poem...