I love the fog. I have a theory that people retain a genetic memory for their ancestral home. I love fog and rain and I remembered the guys at work of Italian heritage moaning about the lack of sunshine.
I love the fog as well, but we have really ugly fog here in the valley called Tule River Fog and it's so dangerous to drive in, especially with all the idiots that don't care that you can't see or hear anything and they drive like bats out of hell!
but if I can just stay home under a warm blanket and stare out at it it's my favorite kind of weather!
Quite lovely - come to my place tomorrow to see VOG
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ReplyDeleteI have always loved that poem. And we have been having fog every morning until quite late. I enjoy it.
ReplyDeleteI love the fog. I have a theory that people retain a genetic memory for their ancestral home. I love fog and rain and I remembered the guys at work of Italian heritage moaning about the lack of sunshine.
ReplyDeleteI love the fog as well, but we have really ugly fog here in the valley called Tule River Fog and it's so dangerous to drive in, especially with all the idiots that don't care that you can't see or hear anything and they drive like bats out of hell!
ReplyDeletebut if I can just stay home under a warm blanket and stare out at it it's my favorite kind of weather!
One of my favorite poets!
ReplyDeleteI so do love Fog!
ReplyDeleteIt is best, when I am not even able to see the neighbouring house across the street properly. :)
P.S.: I like the photograph just as much as the poem. Lovely.
I'm surrounded by trees and near a river. Watching mists and fog swirl around is quite magical. The poem sums it up well.
ReplyDeletehmhm.... poignant ....
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