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THE FOG IN LIFE!
Foggy mist, misty fog
Marvellous manifestation
Of magnificent nature!
Weary winter
Heralds
The splenderous spring!
The fog
Strong enough to blind
Quite weak to stand
The stare of raising Sun!
The fog in life, problems in life
Strong enough to blind
Cannot stand
The stare of sparkling mind!
Fog deprives
Physical vision
Foggy mind denies
Mental mission!
Subbaram N. V.
(31st July 1941 / Karaikkudi - Tamilnadu- India)
Fog presents itself in many ways. I found myself immersed in this fog that rolled through the golf course.
Hot Springs Country Club, Hot Springs, Arkansas.
Photo # DSCF7889-91bw.
(c) Kelly Shipp
Fog in the mountains near Hütten, Austria. Forerunner for quite some snow last weekend. Winter is now.
It was foggy today on my way to work. I took a detour and took a few photos at Colonial Williamsburg.
Hello everyone I got out to take some pics yesterday but it was hard. We have been in an inversion the last week and a half. An inversion is when a cold air mass is trapped under a warm air mass. It’s all foggy in the valley but up high it clears up and there is a sun. We haven’t had sun for almost a week and a half now. Tomorrow I will show you the pictures I got above the inversion. It was 28 degrees F when I took this pic at about 4000 feet elevation
I hope your having a great weekend
Chernivtsi (Tschernowitz), Ukraine.
SLR Camera: Minolta Dynax 404si
Lens: Minolta Maxxum AF 50mm f1.7 RS
Film: Kodak ColorPlus 200
Filter: Hoya UV(0)
Film was processed and scanned by "Kodak Dukat" Studio Lab. in Chernivtsi. I am happy with the results.
To see the pictures taken with this camera click here.
Thank you for your comments and Fav's.
OUT there in the cold water, far from land, we waited every night for the coming of the fog, and it came, and we oiled the brass machinery and lit the fog light up in the stone tower. Feeling like two birds in the grey sky, McDunn and I sent the light touching out, red, then white, then red again, to eye the lonely ships. And if they did not see our light, then there was always our Voice, the great deep cry of our Fog Horn shuddering through the rags of mist to startle the gulls away like decks of scattered cards and make the waves turn high and foam.
"It's a lonely life, but you're used to it now, aren't you?" asked McDunn.
"Yes," I said. You're a good talker, thank the Lord."
"Well, it's your turn on land tomorrow," he said, smiling, "to dance the ladies and drink gin."
"What do you think McDunn, when I leave you out here alone?"
"On the mysteries of the sea." McDunn lit his pipe. It was a quarter past seven of a cold November evening, the heat on, the light switching it's tail in two hundred directions, the Fog Horn bumbling in the high throat of the tower. There wasn't a town for a hundred miles down the coast, just a road, which came lonely through the dead country to the sea, with few cars on it, a stretch of two miles of cold water out to our rock, and rare few ships.
The mysteries of the sea," said McDunn thoughtfully. "You know, the ocean's the biggest damned snowflake ever? It rolls and swells a thousand shapes and colours, no two alike. Strange. One night, years ago, I was here alone, when all of the fish of the sea surfaced out there. Something made them swim in and lie in the bay, sort of trembling and staring up at the tower light going red, white, red, white across them so I could see their funny eyes. I turned cold. They were like a big peacock's tail, moving out there until midnight. Then, without so much as a sound, they slipped away, the million of them was gone. I kind of think maybe, in some sort of way, they came all those miles to worship, Strange, But think how the tower must look to them, standing seventy feet above the water, the God-light flashing out from it, and the tower declaring itself with a monster voice. They never came back, those fish, but don't you think for a while they thought they were in the Presence?"
opening portion of "The Fog Horn" by Ray Bradbury who, showed a younger incarnation of myself how both incredibly powerful and beautiful imagination can be.
Vibrant, colourful autumn colours in a misty, foggy, forest woodland at Loch Lomond & the Trossachs National Park in the Scottish Highlands, Scotland.
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A fog bow is created when the sun shines on a fog wall and the light is reflected by the fog droplets. The droplets must be at least 5 microns in size - the smaller the droplets, the fainter the arc until it is no longer perceptible to the naked eye. In contrast to the rainbow, the incident light is not broken into the different colors.
Mt. Tamalpais in Marin county is a great destination to take photos of fog. Summer is the season, and it has begun!
Since I had the day off of work yesterday, I took a stroll through a local park and photographed the fog before the heavy rain came through.
There was the most insane fog in Derby today - I don't think I've ever seen it so bad. My hand almost froze to my tripod and my fingertips were literally blue when I came back 20 minutes later.
Two girls from my school noticed me whilst walking their dogs. Apparently, the swirlyness of my trenchcoat and the stick-ness of the tripod made me look like the grim reaper in the foggy distance and scared them half to death.