The fog is back! Well, I suppose it’s a small price to pay living on the Wet, I mean West Coast; those poor East Coasters still digging themselves out from under the ice and snow. Here’s my world this morning on my commute to work. Have to admit fog brings its own beauty to the table, but oh can hardly wait for the sunny days to come!
Log booms loom long, low and dark, town harbour beyond
Coming into the inner harbor, the Herring boats have been working the last few days
I live on a tiny island on the Canadian west coast with about 300 of my neighbours. I am a Red Seal chef and certified baker (retired), an artist, an amateur photographer. I write, (unpublished so hesitate to call myself A Writer) sing, and can bang out some reasonable sounding chords on a guitar. And I grow a veggie garden.
Older, wiser, and armed with insights and experience, I am on a conscience pursuit of reclaiming my creative life. I see it as a career change. Next level.
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2 thoughts on “Shrouded”
At least your fog is beautiful in an eerie, edge-of-spring sort of way. Ours is just…sad.
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Hahaa- yeh, well fog can be just sad most definitely! There gets a point by the middle of the 2nd foggy day when you’re asking the sky out loud “ok enough now break it up and let the sun have a go” and it doesn’t listen.
At least your fog is beautiful in an eerie, edge-of-spring sort of way. Ours is just…sad.
Hahaa- yeh, well fog can be just sad most definitely! There gets a point by the middle of the 2nd foggy day when you’re asking the sky out loud “ok enough now break it up and let the sun have a go” and it doesn’t listen.