The Somber Loneliness of The Fog (A Photo)

by on January 18, 2011

in bruce's thoughts

Foggy Morning, A Moment

A lonely parked car in the fog - DSC00083-02-bw

Walking to work in the morning affords one fascinating moments. This morning, the heavy fog afforded me a few shots that felt surreal in the deafening quiet that the fog carried with it. In this image, the lonely parked car sits illuminated, or as illuminated as it could be. In the background, the hooooo of a distant foghorn in the Bay could be heard every ten seconds.

(Photo by Bruce E. Simmons. Click for larger version)

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Bruce Simmons January 18, 2011 at 11:22 am

Man, thanks for the add-on Tim! That’s nice. Keep you eye out for more photos… I’ve got about 40k of them from the last few years, you’d think I can put up one or two here and there! LOL.

Tim Miller January 18, 2011 at 10:09 am

Carl Sanburg’s Poem Fog

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

I often see it bellow in like smoke or as an apparition that is here and gone leaving me to wonder if it was ever there at all.
Writers of horror stories would like to have us think of the fog as sinister. I have never felt that way. It has always been oddly calming to take a walk in the fog. I enjoy the slight mist on my face and the dew growing into droplets on my jacket. Sounds seem to travel farther and I am more than compensated for the lack of visibility of only a few yards by the symphony of noises that have traveled miles to reach my ears.
Thanks for the photo. Hope you enjoyed your walk.

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