Humboldt Fog

The Road

Uncurling–

still wet from a morning shower–

Droplets

trickling,

slowly,

wetly

down

arching spine,

Stretching sumptuously,

Flirtatiously,

Enticing me from self-important virtue

To bliss.

This morning I reluctantly set out to spend the day among the teeming pre-Thanksgiving hordes but this misty corner delighted me and changed my mood. Sometimes (though not always) Humboldt Fog accentuates and highlights the incredible place I live in.

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Aunt Jackie
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Aunt Jackie
16 years ago

Ah, this reminds me of an essay I wrote for a writing class about 20 years ago. I’ll have to dig it out and post it on my blog.

Very nice…much more pleasant to spend your hours among the foggy Redwoods than among the teeming hordes.

Aunt Jackie
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Aunt Jackie
16 years ago

Ah, this reminds me of an essay I wrote for a writing class about 20 years ago. I’ll have to dig it out and post it on my blog.

Very nice…much more pleasant to spend your hours among the foggy Redwoods than among the teeming hordes.

Jen
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Jen
16 years ago

I swear the fog here is different than anywhere else. It smells different, feels different, everything.
I don’t know why that is.
What a gorgeous picture. Happy Thanksgiving. I DO have to go brave the pre-holiday horde. Wish me luck.

Jen
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Jen
16 years ago

I swear the fog here is different than anywhere else. It smells different, feels different, everything.
I don’t know why that is.
What a gorgeous picture. Happy Thanksgiving. I DO have to go brave the pre-holiday horde. Wish me luck.

Staff
Member
16 years ago

The fog can be lovely, creepy or treacherous. But I love it.

Heather
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16 years ago

In our part of the country, the fog lurks on harvested corn fields, glowing in the full moon’s light like someone’s opened a cooler of dry ice.

Heather
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16 years ago

In our part of the country, the fog lurks on harvested corn fields, glowing in the full moon’s light like someone’s opened a cooler of dry ice.

Staff
Member
16 years ago

Nicely said. Someday, but not when it’s winter, I’d like to see Illinois.

JanieBelle
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16 years ago

Wow Kym.

That photo is absolutely striking.

JanieBelle
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16 years ago

Wow Kym.

That photo is absolutely striking.

Staff
Member
16 years ago

Thank you, ma’am. My littlest thought the photos on the top of your blog absolutely striking too;> Yikes!

JanieBelle
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16 years ago

Well, I’d have liked to have heard that conversation…

That banner is actually a collage I just put together. Although I had to size them, color them to match my blog, fade them into each other, etc., I must confess the originals are not my work but rather images that I have found on the web that moved me.

Sometime I’d like to make a similar one to replace it, using my own original images, or maybe images of/from my readers.

JanieBelle
Guest
16 years ago

Well, I’d have liked to have heard that conversation…

That banner is actually a collage I just put together. Although I had to size them, color them to match my blog, fade them into each other, etc., I must confess the originals are not my work but rather images that I have found on the web that moved me.

Sometime I’d like to make a similar one to replace it, using my own original images, or maybe images of/from my readers.

Staff
Member
16 years ago

Well, I’d volunteer but somehow I don’t think the visual would be quite as pleasant;>