Fog has been a needy companion this week, hugging our island with a fervent embrace reminiscent of a hapless guest who doesn’t understand personal space or overstaying one’s welcome. After a week, I must say the tides have turned and we’ve become reluctant friends. I call it the weather Stockholm Syndrome. As a prisoner to the fog, I must make nice and survive in close quarters with my captor.
When the fog greeted me again this morning, I wanted to capture some of the beauty of its atmospheric airbrushing. I took my trusty point-and-shoot and peered out of my favorite upstair windows and framed the mood of a day slowed down.
My second-story crows nest affords me some lovely views and quiet daydreams before I start my day. Hopefully they will do the same for you.
And should you need a soundtrack for your foggy morning, it doesn’t get any better than Louis and Ella singing A Foggy Day in London Town. (Ella joins in at 2:00.) Now, maybe just one more cup of coffee for me and it will lift of little of my fog.
That was a wonderful post. Fog, though it can be a bother, is really beautiful if you just look as you did. I imagine a week would be a bit much though. The addition of the song pulled it all together. Thank you!!!
Sir, do you live in the Shire? TS Eliot missed out on this fog.
Michelle, I do not live in Shire, but I can see it from my back porch. And as for Mr. Eliot, I shall seek out his poem in the days to come.
( I just noticed I used two literary references back to back, entirely without thinking, and now it looks as though I think TS Eliot wrote The Hobbit. No no! Eliot has this long poem that includes a sublimely personified fog. The Shire thing was separate. 🙂
Ah, yes, we’ve gotten a few cloudy mornings here in Portland recently…and I love them! Your yard and garden are even lovelier in that hazy mist 🙂
Nice photos, Tom, and Louis and Ella…what a great posting. I can see why you left the big city. That last photo looks like a magical forest. Enjoy.
Great post Tom. We get some foggy mornings in north Louisiana, but not nearly as many as further south. I love the new picture on the banner of your house in the fog!
I am getting a little tired of the fog myself – I don’t like riding the motorcycle to work when it’s foggy so the car has been getting too much exercise. David and I did find a place without fog on Sunday – Concrete, up in the North Cascades. We also discovered the persistent aroma of dead and rotting salmon caught in the eddies of the Sauk River. No. 5 it’s not!
As usual, your place looks enchanting with the maple leaves settling on the ferns and the mystery forest in the background. Lucky you!
This fog has been very strange. How long can this keep going on? Feels like I haven’t seen the sun in weeks! I like it for the most part, but every day? Oh well, guess I’ll just drink more coffee.
Tom – we too have been fogged in…it can be very beautiful, especially on our coastal beaches. Love the chandelier!
Tom, we have had foggy mornings here in the Willamette Valley, but they give way to sunny blue and gold days. I am trying to mentally store up sunshine for the gray days ahead. Wish I could send you some! As always, I greatly enjoy your photographs.
If there was a thing as art-poetry…this would be it.
Oh… it is really beautiful! I would spend a day (days?) like that indoors baking!
Fog is rather rare in my neck of the woods. I love it though because it usually makes me feel like I am in England.
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