The fog lifted–
like a web across my sleeping eyes
it crawled away in slow motion
leaving a snail’s trail of wispy melancholia.
Fog
The fog lifted–
like a web across my sleeping eyes
it crawled away in slow motion
leaving a snail’s trail of wispy melancholia.
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This is quite amazing.
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My son Wolfgang took this photo. Thank you.
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Yes, fog can make me feel that way. All you need is the call of a gull or a distant fog horn to complete the picture. –Curt
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Exactly.
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Words that paint a picture exactly as the one you paired them with. Lovely.
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Thank you.
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Beautiful!
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Thank you…I’ll pass it on to Wolf who took this lovely shot.
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Beauties both photo and poem.
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Thank you!
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What a great photo composition! Nice words to compliment! 🙂
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Thank you.
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Love this, beautiful!!
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Thanks….I’ll pass it along….
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I’ve found fog not the easiest subject to photograph. A very excellent capture by your son.
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You’re right, it’s not easy. I’ll pass the compliment on to Wolf…
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Great job, Wolf and not too shabby yourself, Mom! 😉
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Thank you Eliza. 🙂
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