A cloud fell from the sky last night. I’m not sure when it actually happened, since it was crystal clear when I went to sleep. This morning, when I looked out of the window, I had to wonder, “Am I dreaming?”
Fog has a way of playing games with you. That might be why I love it so much. Ordinary objects become fuzzy. Landscapes become otherworldly. With imagination, I can be anywhere: my backyard or a Transylvanian woods. Like snow, fog seems to muffle sound and makes you feel as if you’re the only person alive. As I went exploring, I could hear the random drip of melting ice crystals, their misty evaporation rising into the air. And as the sun warmed the atmosphere, the fog left and everything — including me — returned to it’s usual state of being.
I hope these photos offer a glimpse of the gauzy wonder that was a Sunday morning fog in late November.
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I love the first photo!
Hello, and thanks for stopping in. Glad you liked the photo!
I love to walk in the clouds, too! The photo of the pointed evergreens could be a scene out of a horror movie, or else a Disney movie where they all start swaying and singing!
Those are very amusing analogies. I think when I look at them, I will imagine them singing and swaying rather than saying, “Boo!”
I love fog, too. It happens very rarely here – maybe once or twice a year, so I always feel a bit confused, too, when I see it. Nice photos.
Glad you liked the photos. I’m not a fan of mist (I think it’s indecisive — either rain or don’t rain); I only like the first snowfall; but when it comes to fog, I can’t get enough.
Lovely photos … I love fog or mist too. So refreshing!
Hello and thank you for your kind words. I love the way fog distorts everything. Magical!
This blogging thing lets us say what we feel, when in the real world we perhaps hold back. Interesting pictures with memorable words.
Thank you so much for your kind words. I agree with you about blogging — it allows us to open up and reveal bits and pieces of ourselves to the world. Be well.
Kevin, you sure did get a beautiful shot of fog. You make it live, breathe and walk . . . on little cat feet.
My favorite foggy memory takes place in San Francisco — just watching the blanket being pulled over the hilltops and into the hollows. Gorgeous! Thank you for your kind words.
Very atmospheric, misty photos, Kevin. It does change the feel of things, doesn’t it?
Janet, thanks for your kind words. When I found the photos, it was definitely a walk down memory lane — and although the photos appear misty, the memories are crystal clear. Happy holidays!
Kevin, I’m just getting caught up with your blog. You’ve done such a good job here of capturing that dreamy foggy landscape. When I was in Maine for Thanksgiving, we had more than a foot of snow, followed by a warm day and that thick “melting snow” fog, followed by a cold night when the fog froze on the trees. It was an amazing sight! (I’ve only seen freezing fog once before, and that time I was driving in it. This was much more fun.)
Hello, Jean. Thanks for your kind words. Fog is a definite favorite — the illusion, the softness, the mystery, the silence. We’ve had frozen fog here — magical.