May 4, 2012


Fog


The fog comes

on little cat feet



It sits looking

over harbor and city

on silent haunches

and then moves on.



C. Sandburg




Not long ago I awoke to one of the softest mornings I can recall.  Fog had come in during the night so thick that I couldn't see where my backyard meets the orchard.  In fact, I really couldn't see much of anything at all.  The thought occurred to me, now is the time to take some photographs!   By the time I reached the Cutchogue Harbor Marina it was beginning to slowly lift, muting sound, wrapping me in it's warm blanket.



























This marks the fourth anniversary of
From The North Fork.


2 comments:

J. Evan Kreider said...

Amazing shots in fascinating and very challenging lighting conditions. What a great little series for celebrating your blog's birthday. You have really grown over these past 1,300 or so days! "He's back!"

The Six-Fingered Monkey said...

Gorgeous... and happy anniversary!