I stepped out of the grocery store this afternoon, after having driven through sparkling sunshine and crystal skies from the post office to Fred Meyer, to see fog falling gently to the tops of the trees. Magical! I'd forgotten what it was like to drive through the fog. You see, in Utah, we didn't have fog. We sometimes had fug, though. There is a difference between the two - "fog" is beautiful, natural, and pleasant. "Fug," on the other hand, is gross, brown, and nasty. Utah gets some seriously bad inversion, especially during winter. Still, come skiing in Utah! It's great there!
Anyways, I kept thinking of "A Foggy Day In Londontown" by Michael Bublé as I drove from the grocery store to Costco for gas, then stopped off on the way home to take some pics of the top of Tualatin (the southern high point of town where my friend Mike and I used to walk on starry nights) and again in front of my house. My hands were chilly when I got inside (the back of my husband's neck can attest to their frosty temperature!) but it was a misty, magical moment in foggy, dreamlike Tualatin today.
I wonder if the people behind me in traffic think I'm nuts...
Who cares? It's so cool out!
Stopping by a farm on a foggy afternoon:
I feel like Christmas tree shopping all of a sudden!
The view from the top of Tualatin:
I love this road - it's right on the edge of Tualatin and Wilsonville:
The church parking lot I pulled into to take pictures - quite pretty!
On the street where I live:
Tualatin Elementary School, shrouded in fog:
Coming home:
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The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
That sounds just right. Who is the author of that poem again?
I love the fog. It seems so magical...unless I'm scared and then it's totally creepy. I guess I love/hate the fog. :P
I didn't know you moved back to Oregon. Congrats! That's so fun.
Carl Sandburg.
Oh! Thanks, Dad!
Becky, I know what you mean! Once, my mission companion and I got lost on Long Island - we took a wrong turn on a super foggy night and ended up driving down some back road until our car faced the harbor. I don't know what it was, but seeing all those boats bobbing silently at the dock, completely shrouded in mist, when I was expecting to see small town lights or trees or something, filled me with such preternatural horror that I whipped that car around and zoomed out of there like the devil himself was after me!
Love those pics! Fug in Utah is really...fugly.
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