(May 10, 2010)
Carl Sandburg wrote:
THE FOG comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
The Riverwalk this morning was transformed into a surreal world as necks and heads of herons seemed to float in the air, the river was cut in half as if the other shore did not exist, and squirrels disappeared into the fluffy nothingness that was early morning fog.
As we walked along, ghostly figures started appearing, walking out of that white curtain ahead of us - all familiar faces with the same greeting, "It sure is cold and foggy this morning." As I raised my camera to take pictures, the high humidity in the air caused the viewfinder to fog up, and images were hard to focus. Even as the fog started to lift, the little wisps of remaining fog would turn a clear shot into a heron whose leg would be missing, a duck whose front end was missing, or a cormorant that seemed to be floating in air rather than sitting on a log in the middle of the river.
Once the sun came up over the trees, the fog "moved on" and the morning became a PURRfectly sunny world.
It was another good day on the Riverwalk.