Mist

a wren’s call
fades softly
into the mist

 

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Photo: Fog in Arizona, c.b.w. 2015

Words: haiku, c.b.w. 2019

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Spell

desert sand
fades into fog
monsoon spell

 

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Photo: Arizona Fog, c.b.w. 2016

Words: haiku, c.b.w. 2018

Favorite Thing Friday: Fog

One day this week, I woke up to the oddest thing: Fog. I live in a desert, so the appearance of this thick white stuff really took me by surprise! Everything from shrubs, palm trees, and the sun were obscured in a haze that made my neighborhood look like a different planet.

I was so fascinated that the weather actually did something, I grabbed my camera and went on a little photography expedition through the mountain preserve across the street.

The fog was so thick, the mountain I normally see outside my window everyday was completely “gone.”

I swear there is usually a mountain in this view!

My running trail also fell under the spell of fog.

There’s usually a mountain in the distance, but not this time!

As I ventured further into the desert, the fog only got thicker. In some places, pockets of clear air sat inside thick walls of mist.

I literally could not see anything beyond what was in this shot!

Not even the sun could get through the blanket of fog!

It was another hour before the sun could finally poke through the fog.

I’m sure fog is a regular occurrence for many places, but it was a truly a remarkable event in Arizona. I love it when nature gives me a surprise, almost like an invitation to come outside and marvel in its wonder.

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What’s your favorite thing this week?

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c.b.w. 2015