Foggy Days…   1 comment

P1120507-3rdbw-upload“It wasn’t the fog I minded, Cathleen. I really love fog. […] It hides you from the world and the world from you. You feel that everything has changed, and nothing is what it seemed to be. No one can find or touch you any more.”
― Eugene O’Neill, Long Day’s Journey Into Night

“In nature, everything has a job. The job of the fog is to beautify further the existing beauties!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Carl Sandburg, Chicago Poems (1916) “Fog”
US biographer & poet (1878 – 1967)

And while there is no harbor and city here in Acker woods there is, at times, a silent fog that caresses the trees and all they hide. A fog that mutes the sharpness of reality while amplifying the sound of silence. A fog that soothes the soul and shelters it from the cares and worries of the day. The fog brings peace. The fog gives solace. The fog gives comfort, if only for the brief moment that it floats in splendor before it slowly disappears as the reality of the day intrudes on its silent magic. But for a moment, my moment, I am held in awe, caressed by its comfort, touched by its love.

Foggy days… may they always touch my soul.


Posted May 2, 2014 by hwilliam in Photography

One response to “Foggy Days…

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  1. Very nice…and I love the picture..

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