35 – Fog *

Special thanks to Ann-Christine for providing the photos. Ann-Christine is in Sweden and I encourage readers to visit her photography blog Leya: To see a world in a grain of sand. Please tell her I sent you and feel free to comment on her images here. Ann-Christine’s work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.

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I like walking on the beach. It’s good for the mind, body, and soul – and refreshing on my feet.

The morning is very foggy. As I walk, I feel an occasional mist. I see a wetness appearing on my glasses. Water collects and clings on my arms as a morning dew does on grass – but not as much as I recall from prior years here on the coast.

The breeze is very light – almost nonexistent. The sea is relatively quiet. The sand is smooth – unbothered by the extra low clouds. Besides, the low tide was a short time ago. In many ways, it’s a good day for walking.

The thick fog seems to be keeping the birds grounded. The pelicans aren’t gliding or diving. The seagulls are absent – not even standing around on the beach. A lone sandpiper stands on one leg ahead – then hops away like a pogo stick as I approach.

The water feels good as it laps ashore and strokes my feet. Turning to look back, I notice that the buildings are difficult to see. Only their outlines faintly show, but I’m unable to count the floors. I wonder about spotting my turnaround point and my building when I return.

Thick fog is a metaphor for the unknown of what lies ahead. I imagine the Old World explorers making a journey across the ocean to an unknown land. The same feeling could be applied to the early astronauts or those trips to the Moon.

Fog is also a metaphor for a sense of my mortality – but I do not know what is in my future. Then again, none of us know what awaits us in the days ahead. However, some may want to know

I forge ahead with my head more down than up. For whatever reason, my head rises and I notice my turn-around point. Somehow, the building is easy to see. Looking up, I notice the sun appearing more like a moon behind a sheet of wax paper. Maybe the fog is about to clear. Maybe – or maybe not.

I change directions and soon feel a light glow from the sun warming the back of my neck – but as I look ahead – the thick fog remains – the feeling of mystery continues. The warmth on my neck is temporary as I now feel its absence.

As my feet continue walking along the sand and occasionally in the water, the presence of birds remains minimal. The location of our residence is still unclear.

Fog is the gray between certainty and uncertainty. The unclear area between reality and the unreal. I’m on a moving line of the present that stands between the past and the future.

Yes, the fog – a symbol of unclear thoughts and confusion – even frustration for some – but on this day, not me. I confidently trek ahead.

Fog is ethereal and dreamy – but also disorienting. Fog is nothing but low clouds – so I’m walking through clouds? Is this symbolizing chaos? Is this symbolizing a distraction or a feeling of being overshadowed by something? If so, by what? Nonetheless, I choose to continue moving forward toward my destination into whatever lies ahead.

Later, with my back to the water, I stand looking at each faint outline of the buildings through the dense low clouds. A passer-by asks if I’m trying to find my building, but I confidently define my location – then we laugh.

Because I’m near to my ending point, I return to the water’s edge for the remaining stroll. After all, I like walking on the beach. It is good for the mind, body, and soul – and refreshing on my feet.

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135 thoughts on “35 – Fog *”

  1. Yes Frank, there is definitely something unique about walking on the beach in the fog… I think because of our unclear vision the sounds of sea and the tastes of the salt air are amplified to our senses, and the nature of our surrounds completely enshrouds us.. and thanks for the shout out Frank…

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    1. Ivor,
      Yes – fog as an envelopment .. something that enshrouds us – I like that thought – especially when the fog is so thick that we can only see a short distance, yet the sounds of the waves, the feeling of the sand on our feet, and the tasting of the salt air tells of where we are. Cheers to the uniqueness of fog on the beach. Thanks for your work that supports this walk. 🙂

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      1. wonderful writing dear Frank, and your reply too… Fog and walking on the beach… This is what I haven’t experienced yet… but as if I walked too there… through your expressing, touching… I loved all photographs and your selection songs too. Thank you, have a nice new week, Love, nia

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  2. A nice walk, Frank. I like the feeling of silence that comes within the fog. It has a muted otherworldly feel which seems to make one more aware of the internal thoughts rather than the external surroundings. Nice misty photos as well!

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  3. Fog is indeed a metaphor for many emotions, like you write, the unknow, but also peace and quiet, as well as dreams. The images are lovely, but then Ann-Christine is an excellent photography, who’s blog I have read for a long time. Wish you a wonderful weekend, Frank.

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    1. Otto,
      Thanks for your thoughts and kind words. I was hoping you would see this walk because Ann-Christine told me of your connection with her during our collaboration. Norway and Sweden collaborations are now part of the official record – and Finland will be probably be represented in February. Hmmmm … then I would need a Dane. Enjoy your weekend!

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  4. Fog over the water (ocean, or river) is mysterious. Sound seems amplified, while vision is restricted–and it seems like anything could be just beyond. I liked “Fog is the gray between certainty and uncertainty. ”

    You mentioned not seeing many birds about. The last time I walked in the early morning fog around the river, I saw geese flying and honking through it. It was very cool to suddenly see them appear.

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    1. Merril,
      To me, fog over land and fog over water are different. On the beach, the sound remains – but even with lakes and rivers being relatively silent, their water still delivers a special presence with fog. I recall the day I wrote this as the fog seemed extra thick. Possibly the thickest I’ve ever seen. The lack of bird activity was as if they were grounded. So strange! Thanks for sharing your favorite line and have a good weekend.

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  5. Another lovely walk with you Frank. I think I live most of my life in the clouds here. Fog all around today and I can barely see the field at the end of my garden let alone the sea. There is something ethereal about fog at the beach. It happens a lot in August when the sea is cold and the air is warm. But today the fog is cold. Have a good weekend.

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    1. Jude,
      The fact that this post coincides with your foggy day makes me smile. But wait – I didn’t know the UK had fog! Wow … I learn something new every day! I agree, “ethereal” is a great work describing the feeling that fog gives us. Did you get my email about the schedule?

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      1. I did Frank and thank you. I haven’t been on the computer much these last few days and email on my phone is iffy, often replies don’t send! Dodgy wifi and weak signals here. The joys of living in the countryside! And yes, UK is often foggy – can cover the entire country some days – surrounded by all that water!

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  6. You caught the moody, magical, sometimes ominous nature of fog. In Maine, fall is the time for fog, at night, and I how I used to hate driving through it. That was in my younger days. Now that I am older, I pretty much stay home at night, especially during this time of the pandemic. As for Ella Fitzgerald…Oh, what a voice!

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  7. Loved walking with you, Frank. In the stillness. Fog as a metaphor for the unknown, and a sense of our mortality – I like that. I often feel like I am enveloped in a cocoon where the sounds are all close and muted. And I am unreachable in there. But I love Ella!

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    1. Leya,
      You have great descriptors … stillness, enveloped in a cocoon, muted sounds, unreachable … love those words, so not only thank you for them and your kind words, thank you for sharing your photos with me and my readers! … and for interacting with them! 🙂

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  8. Very nice thoughts on fog, Frank. I love fog. It changes our perspective, and I think it makes us appreciate the world in a different way. Great pictures today, and you can’t go wrong with Ella.

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  9. Ann-Christine’s photos are brilliant, and your words here evoke foggy days of my own here along the shore of Lake Michigan. The quiet of fog is indeed beautiful, but maybe not to those on ships. I love hearing their foghorns in the warmer months as they sit out on the lake and wait for permission to enter the harbor. Thanks for taking us along on your walk this morning.

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    1. Mary Jo,
      On behalf of Ann-Christine, thanks for your kind words about the prose and the photos. Being on Lake Michigan, I imagine you have seen your share of fog. … and I can’t believe I didn’t mention foghorns! Probably because I don’t hear them when I’m at the beach. Thanks for walking along!

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  10. A sweet rather melancholy walk with you today Frank. There’s something very mystical about fog along the beach as we walk to it or look back on it , somehow we never reach it. Lovely images and music. Truly enjoyed. 🌹

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    1. Crispina,
      Thanks for sharing a bit of your experience. Ethereal definitely fits your description. I know the feeling … well, except for the frozen beach part. Sometimes, the fog is so thick that I cannot see the water from the room = so hearing it and not seeing it from so close is a bit odd. Then again, one at the waterline could not see this building, let alone me waving to them. Then again, it’s not a common sight, but at least I experienced it so I could create this post.

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  11. Ann-Christine’s misty pictures are beautiful! Living near a harbor we get to hear the haunting sounds of foghorns, adding to the ethereal and dreamy feel of the fog. I enjoyed very much the images your words brought to mind. A peaceful walk.

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    1. Barbara,
      I can’t believe that I not only forgot to mention a foghorn, but I also missed one of my favorite cartoon characters – Foghorn Leghorn. Ok … no foghorns on this beach, but missing the Honorable Mr. Leghorn is inexcusable. Meanwhile, glad you enjoyed Ann-Christine’s images, so I also invite you to visit her. Thanks for the kind words and for walking along!

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  12. I remember thick fog from my days on the East Coast of Canada. It was so thick you couldn’t see your hand 6 inches in front of your face. But I liked it. It’s like a celestial hug dampening the noise of the outside world and encasing me in a protective coating.

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  13. Thank you so much for having allowed me to quietly walk along . . .In my part of SE Australia, 40 kms inland at 300 metres . . . fogs are but rare events in late autumn . . . I so relish them ! An incredible feeling of quietude, utter peace and safety and quiet joy . . . the mornings hug you . . . they make me smile and realize the meaning of ‘gratitude’ . . .

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    1. Eha,
      Welcome first-time beach walker here on my personal sands. Not only am I happy you stopped by, but I also appreciate your thoughtful comment. Interesting how conditions throughout the world vary so much, so I appreciate not only reading about yours, but I also appreciate what you wrote about fog. Peaceful and thought-provoking is what I try to do here, so I hope you stop by again for either any of the past 34 posts or for future posts!

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  14. That was a beautiful and thought-provoking post, Frank. I have only found fog to be somewhat scary as it forms on a road sometimes when driving and all the normal ‘signposts’ for staying on the road and in your lane go. I have only done it a few times but prefer not to.
    Just found your blog from #sundaystills with Terri. Now following you on twitter.
    Baby boomer too, from Australia.
    Denyse.

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    1. Denyse,
      Welcome first-time commenter to the sands of my personal beach. ;;… and I love Aussies! Thanks for your kind words. Dealing with fog while driving is not a fun experience as it can be tense and dangerous. Walking on the beach during fog is very unique – but at least not dangerous. Also, thanks for letting me know how you found me as well as your location. Terri and I recently connected, and I’m hoping she collaborates on a future walk. Meanwhile, I invite you to look around at past posts of topics you may enjoy. Just click Home. and stroll.

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  15. I’m not sure I’ve ever experienced fog on a beach. Nor do I want to. We live near three rivers here so we are no strangers to mists and fogs. Mists are fine – softening and adding mystery to the scene – but true fog is something else. You seem tolerably positive about it!

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    1. Margaret,
      On the day I wrote this, the fog was unbelievably thick – maybe the thickest I’ve ever seen – and I would be a nervous wreck driving in it. But walking along the waterline during this time was unique and extremely positive – but visually difficult – especially when I couldn’t see the buildings. As I look back at that time through this walk, yes – an extremely positive experience.

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  16. Well Frank, you and Ann-Christine have done each other proud on this one. Of course I am a huge fan of Ann-Christine’s work and had only just discovered your blog last week. Beautifully done, such lovely moments of calm and stillness on a Sunday morning.

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    1. Tina,
      Welcome first-time beach walker to the sands of my private beach. So happy to have you here and thanks for the kind words. I too appreciate Ann-Christine’s work and greatly appreciate her willingness to share her passion here. Although I’m a long-time blogger (double digits years), this place is new – well, only since October. So, I invite you to read any of the previous 34 walks. Similar formats, just a different theme. Peaceful and thought-provoking are my aims. 🙂

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  17. Fog to me is all the things you mentioned, of course. Fear and trepidation and doubt, the not knowing being the most trying part sometimes. And yet, there are times when fog is something mysterious and fantastic, as when I visited London. The place was shrouded in fog some nights and early mornings, and I loved that. It FELT like the place I’d read so much about.

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  18. As always, wonderful thoughts about a foggy walk on the beach.
    I enjoy sitting on the beach in the fog. Trying to visualize what’s beyond the horizon in a fog is mesmerizing.
    Ann Christine is such an awesome photographer. The photos were right on-target for your post.
    Happy Sunday … Isadora 😎

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  19. I could feel your heavy of heart, Frank. Despite the fog, know it will always lift. Fog transform the world and makes us question life in general. I like the fog. I find it mystical and comforting too. I will not allow the fog of today bring me down ….. for it is not of my world. Really loved your thoughts and Leyla’s pictures. Of course I followed. I get inspired by other photographers as I’m always pressing on to improve. Listening to the music right now ….. gorgeous post! Thank you! xo

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    1. Amy,
      Fog is ethereal, mystical, and much more…. and I must say that walking on the beach in the fog is MUCH less dangerous than driving a vehicle in the fog! I remember the day inspiring this walk. Possibly the thickest fog I’ve ever seen! Glad you enjoyed Leya’s photos and even followed her. Thanks for the kind words and I look forward to our upcoming collaboration!

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      1. Frank, if you don’t hear from me say in a week, send another email. I’m really focused on getting my Charlie and Whispers straightened out right now. Very challenging to do but I AM DOING IT!! xo

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  20. Beautiful, Frank. There’s a silence that fog brings, and when the foghorn sounds, that silence becomes palpable. Thank you for your beautiful reflection. I always enjoy the journey. 😊

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    1. Gwen,
      Thank you for your kind words. I laugh at your foghorn comment because that is something I didn’t include. Then again, I didn’t hear one on this particular day – and not sure I’ve ever heard one on this beach. Plus it reminded me of my first cruise .. in the mid-90s in Alaska. One cruise day was extremely foggy. While on deck noticing the limited visibility, and the unexpected blowing of the ship’s horn … whoa … it that ever loud!

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  21. There are some places along the California coast I can count on to be foggy most mornings. I enjoy the sense of stillness that comes with fog. Recently we were stuck in a situation where we had to drive through some heavy fog, however, and I found that close to terrifying. I enjoyed envisioning your foggy beach walk, Frank.

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    1. Debra,
      I’m with you. Walking the beach in the fog is one thing – but driving in it is a completely different matter! Enjoyable vs No Fun! I recall being in San Francisco … visiting at Coit Tower at the time. Looking out to sea and seeing a huge fog bank offshore looking like an approaching storm. Yep – it eventually arrived. Glad you enjoyed this dense, misty walk on the beach. 🙂

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  22. I very much enjoyed this walk, Frank. Both your words, and Ann-Christine’s photos define the foggy images you portray so beautifully with words. (On a side note, I have three sisters. The two eldest are named Annette and Christine.) I see you noticed the way birds act differently during foggy or misty weather. I witness the changes in birds’ behaviour during misty mornings at my home. They are very wise creatures, birds. There’s something immensely beautiful about fog. I’m not sure what it is, but I never feel afraid on foggy days, even though, as you say, it can symbolise adverse metaphors for some people. This is another beach walk that I particularly enjoyed. 🙂
    “Life” has been keeping me busy lately and I have missed reading a couple of your posts. Your blog is one I always like to visit when I have time to relax into the words of your walk, so I will be back to visit again soon. 🙂

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    1. Joanne,
      When words and photos from two different people align, that means Winner, Winner, Winner! Thank you and on behalf of Ann-Christine as well. The birds not being out that day was very strange. Of course, I could only see about 10-14 meters ahead, so I don’t blame them for grounding their own flight patterns. It was a strange feeling that day, which also served as a wonderful motivator to think, then write. Meanwhile, I know the feeling of life getting in the way of blogging, so hang in there.

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  23. hi frank
    you are so right that fog has many moods and at times can be quite disorientating
    it also has that beauty and i do wish we had more foggy days in our area –

    great post and happy february to you

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    1. Yvette,
      Many moody for sure. Of course, walking in fog on the beach is very different than driving in fog – and I find the latter to be nerve-wracking! I think it was last year, but as I recall more foggy days than normal. After all, the weather has a way of delivering the unexpected! Happy February to you – and I hope yesterday was a good start.

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  24. Lovely pictures and a wonderful walk through the fog. I am glad I didn’t miss this, which I almost did 🙂 Fog somehow tends to clear my mind as if I am looking into nothing and yet the space is full. It is a magical experience to be in. Your post was very enjoyable.

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