Always beautiful images. And your description of foggy days, so different from our Northern California heat and clear skies reminds me that we live in change. Changing climate, changing politics. And Poet Carl Sandburg’s simple poem, FOG, my students easily memorized, and had a name for the changing weather, the quiet fog that only hides what’s right in front of us.
Always beautiful images. And your description of foggy days, so different from our Northern California heat and clear skies reminds me that we live in change. Changing climate, changing politics. And Poet Carl Sandburg’s simple poem, FOG, my students easily memorized, and had a name for the changing weather, the quiet fog that only hides what’s right in front of us.
FOG by Carl Sandburg
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
in silent haunches
and then moves on.
I always like the photos, but do not react. This one was incredible. Thank you for sharing.