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
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
desert sand
fades into fog
monsoon spell
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Photo: Arizona Fog, c.b.w. 2016
Words: haiku, c.b.w. 2018
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.”
My running trail also fell under the spell of fog.
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.
Not even the sun could get through the blanket of 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