One Foggy Morning . . .

The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.
— Carl Sandburg.

Sometimes we need the fog to remind ourselves that all of life is not black and white.
— Jonathan Lockwood Huie

There it is, fog, atmospheric moisture still uncertain in destination, not quite weather and not altogether mood, yet partaking of both.
— Hal Borland

I love the fog. There’s just something about that feeling of being cut off from everything. A long time ago I used to commute to a college north of here. The small highway I took was very hilly, and in the fall quite often there was fog in the morning. The valleys would be shrouded in it, and then I’d drive up a hill above it and it was like I was on top of the world.

Our weather was really up and down last week, and Thursday it was foggy. I thought about going out and taking pictures, but figured by the time I got down to the waterfront the fog would have burned off. So I worked away in my office, glancing up at the window every once in awhile, and the fog was still there. Not only was it not burning off, it looked like it was getting denser.

So I caved. I grabbed my camera and drove down to the waterfront to take pictures. It wasn't quite as dense as it had been a couple of hours prior, but it was still atmospheric.

This is the point that separates the yacht basin from the west beach:

And this is a view of the west beach from the point:

Looking to the east of the point, you can see a few waterfowl bobbing on the water, and if you look hard, you can see the lighthouse.

Looking more to the southeast, you can see a few waterfowl, and that blur just above them is the breakwater for the yacht basin.

I was determined to get a good picture of the swans, so I walked to the end of the point, and, because the water was low, I went down onto the shore. The ground was really squishy here – a combination of seaweed, dirt, and debris. But I got my shot.

By this time the fog was starting to dissipate. It was still kind of grey, but not shrouded like before. So I headed back to the boardwalk and started taking pictures along the somewhat scrubby shore.

These little flowers were a random bright spot in the scrub:

There were several other interesting plants as well. Patches of this grew closer to the boardwalk:

While clumps of this grew on the sandy/rocky shore:

And when I got close to the end of the boardwalk, the fog was pretty much gone.

Next time, I won’t hesitate going out to adventure in the fog. Maybe to the east beach.