Rain and some warm weather have kicked in the fog machine around here. From early morning to late evening, yesterday was a foggy-bottom day. When it gets like this early, it can make for some tricky driving. I pulled over on the way to work to capture part of this favorite tree. I hear that London, famous for its fogs, can have them with brown or yellow-green tints. Never seen those in these parts. However, I do love to watch an Arthur Conan Doyle Sherlock Holmes movie, featuring Basil Rathbone attempting to maneuver those murky, fog-bound streets on London though. Living on Coyle Street in those high school and college years at the foot of Back Bay, there were many days that the 'pea soup' fog just seemed to roll up the the driveway and consume us all, like some white-haired monster from the deep. On those days, I can remember, it really was hard to see the proverbial hand in front of your face. That reminds me, I love pea soup with big chunks of ham! Hey, how did I get here?
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Tree Fog
Rain and some warm weather have kicked in the fog machine around here. From early morning to late evening, yesterday was a foggy-bottom day. When it gets like this early, it can make for some tricky driving. I pulled over on the way to work to capture part of this favorite tree. I hear that London, famous for its fogs, can have them with brown or yellow-green tints. Never seen those in these parts. However, I do love to watch an Arthur Conan Doyle Sherlock Holmes movie, featuring Basil Rathbone attempting to maneuver those murky, fog-bound streets on London though. Living on Coyle Street in those high school and college years at the foot of Back Bay, there were many days that the 'pea soup' fog just seemed to roll up the the driveway and consume us all, like some white-haired monster from the deep. On those days, I can remember, it really was hard to see the proverbial hand in front of your face. That reminds me, I love pea soup with big chunks of ham! Hey, how did I get here?
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Love your stream of consciousness narrative. The tree looks just fine in its element so fog must be good for it!
ReplyDeleteIt looks so beautiful in the fog..
ReplyDeleteKind of ghostly though.
Costas
I can almost hear the mournful sound of a foghorn all the way down here.
ReplyDeleteYou're a funny guy! We have fog on occasion during the winter but it doesn't last all day. The sun usually comes out by the time I've reached the third hole on the Stone Creek Golf Course so I can see where I hit my golf ball!
ReplyDeleteNice shot!
Portland has the best fog. I love the way it plays with the streetlights in the city at night.
ReplyDeleteI think fog can be a beautiful thing. Always adds a bit of mystery!
ReplyDeleteSo mysterious and so beautiful fog.
ReplyDeleteFog can be pretty--but only for awhile. great photo op though. Lovely tree. MB
ReplyDeleteThat fog makes a beautiful backdrop for that tree.
ReplyDeleteFog has such a mysterious quality.
ReplyDeleteI guess you could have also said something like, can't see the forest because of the fog.
ReplyDeleteNice fog. The question is...how did you bring us there with you? ;D
ReplyDeleteYour trees against the white (fog) background reminds me of a dancer's pose. Arms outstretched, wispy hair floating through the air, and a slender muscular body. Enjoyed -- barbara
ReplyDeleteI love walking in the fog! Hate driving in it though.
ReplyDeleteWish I could send you some sunshine, it's 26° C at 8:00 PM. Ah but that would spoil your Old World TV fun.
ReplyDeleteI lived in London for 7 years and don't remember a greenish or yellowish tint.
I'm not fond of fog but if the choice is between brown and white, I'll stay with the white...
ReplyDeleteGod bless you!
Cezar
At our age, kid, it is hard to stay on track. What were we talking about?
ReplyDeleteThat is a fantastic shot.
ReplyDeletePea soup on a foggy day sounds delicious, Birdman. :))
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