The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
–Carl Sandberg, 1878
Fog whispers secrets in barely audible hisses
Hinting of terror shrouded in its mist.
I watch as it crawls and creeps
Rises and disappears
I love fog. Now that the weather has been cool long enough, the water temperature has dropped. This results in a giant, natural fog machine running through downtown.
At sunrise, if I happen to be down at the river at the right time, I love to watch the tiny wisps of fog swirling off the water’s surface, rising and joining the large cloud of fog above. It’s so fascinating to watch the formation of a cloud that I may have to figure out how to make a video of it.
Eventually, a large cloud forms over the river, with strands of fog still connecting it to the river like a balloon vendor at a carnival with an endless collection of monochromatic balloons. From up high, the fog looks so thick you wouldn’t be able to see your own hand in front of your face. But when you’re actually down on the ground, the fog just looks more like an low-lying cloud.
On this particular morning a day or two ago, I had been meaning to go up on the roof to try to shoot some of the fall colors at sunrise. When I saw the fog, I figured it would be a good morning to go shoot. I shot from 3 corners of the roof.
I’m still trying to figure out how to shoot Stringer’s ridge well. There’s a lot of crap between our building and the ridge that I can’t quite figure out what to do with. I also seem to end up with more sky than I want in the frame. I’m talking myself into shooting it with my 70-200mm so I can get in much tighter. I’ll have to try that before the leaves fall.
I’m amazed how long the leaves are lasting down here. They just keep getting brighter and brighter in color (still not as bright as midwestern color, but getting pretty close). I keep thinking one morning I will wake up and all the leaves will be gone.
Of course, I couldn’t stay on the Stringer’s Ridge side of the roof for long. Switching back to the opposite side of the roof, I tried to get an angle on the smoke monster crawling up the river. It almost looked like it had a head on the other side of the smoke coming out of the chimney. Unfortunately, it wasn’t a great angle.
As I watched the fog shift, the BlueCross/BlueShield building peeked through a sudden window that appears in the fog. It looked like it had been hung in the sky and was floating on a cloud.
It was a lovely morning.
It looks like it was a beautiful morning! Fog seems to have a magical mystery about it or something. One minute you can see clearly and then it drops down and…nothing. I love foggy mornings and low-lying clouds after it snows–the warm blanket feeling. We lost most of our leaves in 2-3 days with the winds from “Sandy.” So disheartening. Beautiful views.
You must be closer to the coast. I had a lot of conference calls that didn’t happen because key people weren’t able to join due to power and phone outages. It’s amazing how disruptive that storm was. I hope the leaves were all you lost!