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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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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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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My pleasure Frank, to be on the beach walking in the fog..
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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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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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Tom,
Heavy fog and the silence of the wind makes for a unique beach experience. I like your point about outwardly muted and an inner awareness. Glad you enjoyed Ann-Christine’s photos!
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I am glad you liked the photos as well, Tom. As I don’t live by the ocean/sea, it had to be “my” kind of mist – but hopefully it worked!
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Your kind of mist works very well indeed!
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Then I am glad.
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… and I absolutely concur! 🙂
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Beautiful writing and nice pictures.
I already follow the work of Leya 😉
Enjoy your weekend.
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Rudi,
Thanks for the kind words and your continued support for Leya. There is no doubt that she is a fine photographer. Would you like to collaborate on a future walk? Have a good weekend.
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Great thoughts about the fog, my friend and beautiful photos! Thank you for the introduction of Ann-Christine. There’s a wonderful sense of quiet with fog.
Yamas, my friend.
Happy weekend!
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Marina,
“A wonderful sense of quiet with fog” is another outstanding statement. Getting additional insight from my readers is extra special. Please visit Ann-Christine. Besides outstanding photography, she’s kind and welcoming. Yasmas!
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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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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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Ah yes….fog. The gauzy drape of mist that clings to everything and adds a softness at the same time. Great foggy images for this post Frank and Ella added a wonderful final flourish!
Pam
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Pam,
Hooray … You are the first to mention the music. A Firstee! 🙂 … I couldn’t resist. Thanks for the GREAT second sentence. Wonderful … simply wonderful! Enjoy your weekend.
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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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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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I agree much different on land and water. I hope you have a good weekend, too.
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Lovely pictures, I’ll be checking out Leya’s blog.
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Fraggle,
Glad you enjoyed Leya’s pictures, and yes – please visit her. There is something striking to me about her current images of a snowy windmill that I can’t explain – but that a good thing.
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Thank you – and you are welcome!
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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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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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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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Thanks for letting me know. But me saying no fog in the UK is like no alcohol in Scotland.
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I always liked the silence that fog brings. There is hardly anything moving. The mournful fog horn reminds us all to be careful out there.
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John,
“Silence ” is a great word for the fog. I’m sure you can remember days at your old residence with not only thick fog but also no wind to move it out. I can’t believe I didn’t mention a foghorn. Then again, I haven’t heard one where I go.
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We had a few oil derricks offshore. They had automatic horns. Sometimes it sounded like they were talking to each other.
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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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Laurie,
Love your descriptors of moody, magical, and ominous … well stated. I’m with you because driving in thick fog is very dangerous – especially when in rural areas. Cheers to your love for Ella. Besides, I love positive feedback on the closing videos. Thank you!
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What a wonderful walk, Frank and Leya! It’s been many years since I’ve walked on a foggy beach. Good memories and exquisite photos!
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Terri,
On behalf of Leya, we thank you for your kind words. A foggy beach is a different experience … especially when you can’t see the condo building!
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Thank you for your lovely comment on my photos, Terri! And a fog walk on the beach – I don’t think I can recall when…until Frank took us!
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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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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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My pleasure, Frank!
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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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Glad you liked the pictures – and Ella is so right!
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Dan,
Fog as a change in perspective – interesting thought, so thank you! Glad you enjoyed Leya’s pictures and cheers to your joy for Ella Fitzgerald!
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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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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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So glad you enjoyed my photos to Frank’s ponderings!
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Foggy walks seem so ethereal. Really nice musical accompanying tune. Ella’s voice is so pure and perfect for the fog.
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Argh, would you mind pasting an “e in front of ‘theral.’ My fingers were apparently moving too quickly this morning. Sorry for the typo.
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Done! 🙂 … and no apologies necessary.
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Monika,
Oh yes … This song by Ella is perfect for this walk. Does Denver get fog?
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Once in a while but not too often. At least not in my neighborhood. Probably more so around the ponds at some of the larger parks or along the Platte.
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Thanks for the scoop.
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Mostly happens in Autumn.
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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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I also like melancholy for this walk, so thank you … and fog is definitely mystical. Glad you enjoyed the music, and on behalf of Leya, thank you for the kind words.
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Most welcome , my pleasure!
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I’ve got the feeling you have seen more than one foggy beach.
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Oh yes, and I can relate to the distant condos resorts and building so hazy in the distant too. Even disappearing at times. Enjoy your walks Frank. .
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🙂
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The frozen beach crunched beneath my feet, the fog that thick I didn’t see the sea until almost upon it, so silently it breathed (last Sunday)
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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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It is the rarer experiences which stay with us (and in my case might find a way into my writing)
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Nice share, Frank. I appreciate the way you share your thoughts but also your sensory perceptions. The fog is beautiful. I’ll always remember the many foggy mornings I spent in Big Sur, Ca. 🌞
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Lisa,
Thanks for the kind words. Big Sur is beautiful … and I’ve got the feeling that being there in the fog must surreal. Lucky you!
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Such a joy that lady had in singing! What a voice 🙂 🙂 Coupled with Ann Christine’s magical images, a few minutes of pure bliss!
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Jo,
This is my first collaboration with Ann Christine, so I hope we do it again. Glad you found joy in Ella’s wonderful song that is so fitting for this walk. 🙂
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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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Thank you for commenting on my pictures – I was happy to share !
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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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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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Pam,
Yes … another great example of reader comments that I wish would have come to my mind. Your last sentence is outstanding!!!! Thanks for sharing your personal experience!
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Great tune, Frank!
I’m a bit foggy after reading this, especially the part where you can’t see your residence.
In some ways, this walk feels a bit Fawlty Towers, and you can’t find the inn.
Although fog is never mentioned in this song, I kept hearing it. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6jlLBs6YawMx
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Resa,
Can’t find my way home – that is precisely the feeling I experienced on the day I wrote this. Sure, follow the waterline, but it was still difficult to see the buildings. Meanwhile, to clear your fogginess, I recommend some wine … clink!
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Clinkito!
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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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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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I love walking in the fog and A-C always has stunning photos. Thanks to the two of you for your photos and thoughts.
janet
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Janet,
On behalf of A-C. thank you for the kind words. Seems the two of you are acquainted … and that’s a good thing. 🙂
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Thank you, Janet! This was a fun collaboration. Grateful to have been asked to participate.
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Hi Frank, Fog is so captivating and your words paired with Ann-Christine’s marvelous images make for a great post.
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Hi Jane, thank you for your lovely comment. As I don’t live by the sea/ocean, I had to use my mostly inland misty images – but it turned out OK.
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Jane,
Thank you for the kind words and support. As you can see, I embrace collaborations!
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Fog is so mysterious, Frank. This post captures the mystique so well. Lovely photos! Kudos to you and Ann-Christine for sharing this with us. 🙂 Enjoy your week!
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Cheryl,
If my words matched the feeling of fog and Ann-Christine’s photos support that feeling, now that’s high praise! A big thank you!!!!
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Thank you, Cheryl – I love “mystique” – and love the feeling.
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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Marc,
Great additions … fear, trepidation, and doubt. And yes – London is perfect for fog – and so is San Francisco. On the first cruise I took in Alaska during the mid-90s, I recall a cruise day with limited visibility. Definitely a strange feeling on deck.
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San Fran, YES! Two great towns, who happen to make fog look goooood.
I remember we took a ferry back from Nova Scotia once, in dense fog. It was an adventure to us.
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I imagine the Maritimes in Canada do get their share of fog!
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For sure.
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Love pictures of fog – it has a charm of its own. Loved what you said and the lovely pictures from Ann Christine.
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Peggy.
On behave of Ann-Christine, we appreciate your kind words. Thank you. Bringing together words and images from two different sources is a personal thrill.
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So glad you enjoyed my misty images – thank you, peggyjoan.
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I love the fog. It can be so mysterious (especially for photography) but it can be scary when you are disoriented and feel alone.
And Ella… c’mon! Love her.
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Dale,
So many adjectives applicable for fog. Of course, we could ask Wordsmithian Marc for more! 😉 Hitting the trio of triumphants is a thrill … that is words, images, and video.
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Indeed there are. I’m sure he would come up with more than a few.
It is a thrill. 🙂
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I guess we shouldn’t encourage him because he don’t want to inflate his ego.
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Pfft! Hah!
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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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Isadora,
I was wondering if your region got fog … and now I Glad you enjoyed the walk and the photos! … and I’m sure Ann-Christine also appreciates your comment! Hope you had a good weekend.
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Thank you for a lovely comment, Isadora!
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Your welcome, very well deserved. 😎😄
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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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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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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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Can do. 🙂
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Thank you so much for your kind words.
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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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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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Beauty 👌 I can imagine being there 🌊 enjoy! Smiles hedy ❄️
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Hedy,
Ann-Christine’s images illustrate beauty – and if my words took you there, this joint venture worked. 🙂 Smiles indeed.
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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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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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I love these photos! I started drifting dreamily with them! Thanks for sharing!
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Tamara,
Welcome first-time commenter to the sands of my private beach. I like these images too, but all credit for them goes to my collaborator on this walk – Ann-Christine from Sweden. She definitely does well, and I feel lucky that she shared her photos here.
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What a lovely combination! Very nice!
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Thank you so very much – glad you enjoyed them.
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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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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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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 –
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great post and happy february to you
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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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good start indeed and wonderful month underway
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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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PD,
To me, this post is very meditative because of the subject matter lends to it. I can easily recall the day I wrote it because it may have been the thickest fog I’ve ever seen. Glad you didn’t miss this one!
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Plain and simply mystical! 🙂
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Pit,
For me, your words about fog are a perfect summary! Thank you. 🙂
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You’re welcome!
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Beautiful fog images, Frank. The last one is breathtaking…
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Amy,
Glad you enjoyed this walk, and I’m happy that you got to see Ann-Christine’s work here! On behalf of her, glad you enjoyed her images.
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So beautiful Frank! I love them all! Happy & Healthy New Year to you my friend.
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Cindy,
Ann-Christine’s photos are special, so glad you enjoyed them. Thanks for going back into the archives and Happy New Year in advance to you.
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