Fast Fog II

I first woke to a beautiful clear dawn, but then noticed a line of fog building in the distance! Although it wasn't as dramatically fast as the morning of Fast Fog I, by the time I got downstairs it had smothered us all.

Foggy Fun

See it?

January 28, 2010 - I did not take any photos. So, here is part one for the 29th. ^_^

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Blue Fog Fade

January 25, 2010

Snowy View

January 23, 2010

Red Light, Foggy Light

Blanket

Fog blankets the valley today:

Lament of a Night Owl
(Another cheesy poem)

Somewhere deep inside my soul,
a part of me aches to control
the too harsh rules of time and space.
Listen as I make my case:

I hate to go upstairs to bed
and pull the blankets to my head,
because it seems that when I sleep
instantly alarms will beep.

So, if I stay late in the night
perhaps I can delay the light
that races round our too small earth
to brighten up a new day's birth.

But sadly, if I finally rest
at one or two or three, the West
will soon be bright'ning anyway,
for I CANNOT delay the day!

Good-bye 2009!

2009 has been a rather prickly year. I am not sorry to say good-bye. I hope this next decade brings happiness and joy to us all!

Day 62: Abandoned Real Estate

Day 61: Fast Fog

Feeling sick, I woke up with the sun already streaming in through the chinks in the blinds filling the curtains with patterns of light. My photo! I raced down the stairs and pulled aside the drapes. An enormous puffy cloud glowed white and gray right outside. Was that fog at the edge of our property? Where was my camera? I finally found the boys' and as I raced to add batteries the light in the house dimmed. It was like someone turned out the lights. I peeked out again and it was dark gray fog. I could still see yellow sunshine coming in the sunporch door. I raced out there as I turned on the camera.
"Set time and date."

"NO"

The sun was a glowing yellow disk in the disappearing sky.

"Cancel!"

I snapped the above picture as the monster fog cloud gobbled us up. It was amazingly fast, and beautifully dramatic. I wish I could have captured it better!

Day 60: Caution

Day 52: Forgotten

Day 50: Cold

Day 44: Perchin' Proud

Day 39: Kissed By Frost

Day 37: Fleeting Moments

A poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson

MUSIC

Let me go where'er I will,

I bear a sky-born music still:

It sounds from all things old,

It sounds from all things young,

From all that's fair, from all that's foul,

Peals out a cheerful song.

It is not only in the rose,

It is not only in the bird,

Not only where the rainbow glows,

Nor in the song of woman heard,

But in the darkest, meanest things

There alway, alway something sings.

'T is not in the high stars alone,

Nor in the cup of budding flowers,

Nor in the redbreast's mellow tone,

Nor in the bow that smiles in showers,

But in the mud and scum of things

There alway, alway something sings.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

I'm not sure I agree with this as much as I used to. I have a better understanding of how dark and mean this world can be than when I first read this as a child. But I do still like the poem and it makes me think about how to find the good even when it is hard to see. As we are told:

Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

- Philippians 4:4-7

So, about the weather...I think it rained from here down to San Diego last night. At least it was pouring when I was talking to people there and in LA. It did make it seem like a small world after all. It froze in the night so in the morning I went out to photograph the icy rain drops studding the orchard, but they quivered and dropped off as I kept trying to get the right focus on the camera. I stopped to snap a shot of the ice crystals melting in the water around the pile of old bricks, and the cat came to investigate. Did you see his reflection? Once back inside the light seemed to change. I peeked out and found that the melted rain drops had all evaporated into a thick fog completely obscuring the Blue Mountains.

Day 36: Smudge Pots

Day 34: Little Walnut Tree

Day 23: Gray Blue

Day 22: Blue