The morning began with fog...it "comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on" (Fog, Carl Sandburg, 1878-1967).
Soon the sun was out and coming through the cedars and firs.
Stop, stop and listen for the bough top
Is whistling and the sun is brighter
Than God's own shadow in the cup now!
(The Blackbird of Derrycairn, Austin Clarke, 1896-1974)
Lovely. I have a post in draft for some Sunday in My City in which I took pictures of fog over our island and river. I was alone in my car, driving 55 miles an hour over the bridge taking pictures with my cellphone....but they turned out okay. (Don't tell my teenager.)
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely post and oh what I wouldn't do for some of that greenery and sunshine. You should see my photos today!
ReplyDeleteThe pictures were moving. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThank you for this post! The Fog is one of my favorite Sandburg poem! And your pictures are so lovely.
ReplyDeleteYou live is such a beautiful place! I love the Northwest!
ReplyDeleteWOW!!! Beautiful. The words AND the photos!
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