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A blanket of fog envelopes me. I feel the weight of it despite its lightness. Always grey, always somber, as though in mourning. It appears desperate, clingy and sad as though not wanting to suffer alone.
As the sun reaches out to console it, it makes a hasty retreat and finds a new dark, damp corner in which to dwell.
Beautiful and poetic!!
ReplyDeleteThanks Marcie.
DeleteMysterious and haunting. Your description of fog retreating to its damp dwelling place is sad, yet so evocative. Your image brings all these feelings alive.
ReplyDeleteInitially when I wrote these words I was focusing on the external fog but after talking to my husband I realized that it actually went much deeper than that and was infact a reflection of my own inner fog too.
DeleteYour image and words match beautifully. Here in Maine, close to the coast there can be fog that lasts sometimes for weeks-oft in June or July when I feel I should be basking in the sun. Some years it is just intermittent.
ReplyDeleteI also know about the fog inside-and how certain days can feel gray and difficult....I get it.
Hoping this is a sunny day for you where the sky and mood is bright and clear.
Very good. Poetic. The intro to a book or movie could not be done better.
ReplyDeletelove both the image and your words. yes, that january fog, i am there as well.
ReplyDeletesoon, the sun will come out.
Beautiful image and great use of texture. Love your haunting words, I kind of feel the same.
ReplyDeleteWow, this is wonderful.
ReplyDeleteI love how you have processed this. So cool!
ReplyDeleteWhat a great photo! It kind of reminds me of neurons and nerve endings. Love the processing.
ReplyDeleteWonderful and powerful - I feel that fog today, in fact there was so much fog (figuratively speaking) that I hit a wall. It's just a good thing tomorrow is a new day! : )
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