This week, I was lucky enough to catch the fog creeping over the mountains from the coast. It always reminds me of the Sandburg poem.
Fog (Carl Sandburg)
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Be sure to visit the SkyWatch site, and join in the fun, if you want.
13 comments:
This is such an incredible photo. I can't even find the proper adjective to adequately describe it.
Makes me think of the first few pages of Odd Hours. :) Lovely!
Initially I thought it was cloud...
yours may be the only shot of fog this SWF. Beautiful!
This is such a lovely photo and I liked the poem. The fog looks so intense peeking its way in. Happy SWF.
too cool shot thanks for sharing.
My entry is here
Wow! Love this! Happy SWF!
Ooh, great photo.
great sky watch!! Love that fog!!
Incredible picture! Great job!
Oh, I've always loved that poem! Terrific skywatch shot!
Beautiful photo of the fog creeping over the mountains and nice poem too!
What a lovely photo. I adore the way the mountain just manages to peep over the fog.
I'm glad books are still going strong, we all still use them assiduously. My daughter's latest, came out in Feb. is already going into a second editionand also an American version. She's already busy wth the next one.
Reading is so important to stimulate the imagination.
Happy Skywatch(ing).
Beautiful picture and perfect poem to go with it. I think I remember that poem from elementary school.
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