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That is a great photograph. It’s almost eerie, yet it’s inspiring.
Here’s a poem by Carl Sandburg:
FOG
THE fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
the same (reasons for the) fog in your neck of the woods is in my area. i drive to work in the country, and found the fog makes fields look bleak. because you cannot see the end of the field, so you feel like you’re getting nowhere, making no progress. foggy thoughts…
Something hauntingly beautiful about that.