...is willing to accept that she creates her own reality except for some of the parts where she can't help but wonder what the hell she was thinking.
~Thank you to Brian Andreas
living by water,
sky watch friday
I walked into the bedroom last night and told my Hunny that Carl Sandburg was smoking something when he wrote that poem. Our cat never creeps. He sounds like an elephant coming down the stairs and running down the hall. I can't believe you quoted it the day after we had that conversation! :)
Beautiful photo. :)
Karma is all kinds of strange...
Mysteriously misty and foggy photo! Beautiful!Pixellicious Photos
One of my favorite poems, and a lovely photo to illustrate it. Perfect!
That's a cool scene, like something out of a scary movie, mysterious - but it's nice, I like it!
Superb! Another keeper worth framing.
Love it and I love fog! Both spooky and peaceful at the same time.
Spooky, I like it.
One of my favorite types of photos...foggy ones.
This might be one of my favorite TS Annie photos ever. GORGEOUS.wv: condes. Condes Naste might like this photo for their magazine.
Love your photo!!!! Beautiful! Congrats on your POTWHugsSueAnn
I would think with that much fog you wouldn't be able to get a clear shot. This is wonderful.
Oh it's beautiful! What a great shot. We so rarely get fog out here, so it's one of the images I absolutely adore. It looks so mysterious, as if it is concealing something wondrous. A breeze will blow through and reveal a towering wizard, perhaps. Doesn't it always look as if fog conceals something, and in our imaginations it is never something mundane. It isn't Carl and Sue's lake house on the other shore ("When are they going to trim those Juniper Bushes?!? They look like they are trying to eat the house!")...it always seems as if somewhere in the fog is a door to another realm, or another time. It's almost a good thing that fog so truly sucks to drive in, because it presents such an invitation to stare at, and daydream. Uh...kind of like what I'm doing :-) Congratulations of the post of the week mention over at Hilary's blog. I have a mortifying confession...well, not mortifying as I haven't run around saying this, at all, actually...but I always credited that poem above incorrectly. For some reason I had it in my head it was t s eliot.l For at least twenty years I've thought that. So you're picture of fog actually provided some new clarity, which is wonderfully ironic.
Congrats on POTW mention from Hilary
stunning shotsilvery magiccongrats on POTW
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