4.09.2010

Smoky Fog


I'm sure I'm not the only Rhode Islander whose heart sank at the forecast of more rain, but we're getting the perfect, gentle spring soaking. We've had eerie weather. A couple of days ago it was so hot that, in the middle of a sparkling, sunshine-filled afternoon, vaporous smoke began to curl up off the cool water of the pond and wreathe itself around the island. The foxes coughed, and the peepers cheered.

11 comments:

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lostpastremembered said...

I love fog. Two of the most memorable images in my memory involve fog. One, coming to the Mill Valley enclave of artist friends above Muir Woods after a particularly grueling few months in NYC... their houses rose out of the fog suddenly like Brigadoon. It was magic. The other happened when
a black horse in our field reared up out of the fog one morning around 5 am as I cradled my coffee cup and peered out the kitchen window into the dim dawn. It took my breath away. For me, fog is magic. Thanks for the wonderful image and your words.

ArchitectDesign™ said...

Yes, I'm sure a forecast of MORE rain is especially dreary -but I am a fan of the fog as well. Stunning photo!

carrie said...

Breathtaking photo, feels like a cocoon of cashmere.

Dominique said...

Black horses rearing up...cocoons of cashmere...wonderful images...many thanks in return!

An Aesthete's Lament said...

Our house is perched on a ridge above a river valley in upstate New York, and occasionally we wake to a heavy blanket of silver-white fog, entirely wrapping the house and obscuring all views. It is the most strange and wonderful feeling to open the front door and walk through the fog like wraiths.

Raymond said...

Beautiful photo! Inclement weather beautifies nature. While traveling through Japan in 1989 I visited the Kiyomizu Temple in Kyoto where a light rain was falling. An old Japanese man remarked to me, "Doesn't the rain make it all so beautiful!" It was true; the next morning I returned for a 2nd visit to the Temple but it was now bright sun and the glistening, soft-light, deep color magic was gone.

And, a fog story: as a young photography student, I had brought a 4x5 view camera (the old fashioned put-your-head-under-a-cloth type of camera) into a forest through which a light fog was hovering. I took a nice photo of trees and an old fence, but then to my left, between the trees and out of the mist, came two young women riding a white horse (I kid you not). But shy and stupid me didn't ask them to take a pic. No photo, but the image will be in my head forever.

Chris said...

I love that, 'The foxes coughed, and the peepers cheered.'--- but here on Maratha's Vineyard, those that cheer are called pinkletinks!

Anonymous said...

Have you written any poetry? I hear a poet....

Jane Flanagan said...

I simply adore fog. It's so rare that we get it in Toronto but it always reminds me of home. I love how it makes the air so soft and caressing.

dode said...

dominique, just finished reading your article in nyt. excellent. you are on the right path. life is to be lived. you are a interesting person i would enjoy talking to or being a friend or fan. be safe.