There’s nothing like fog for creating a spooky atmosphere, and around here, just in time for Halloween, the morning and evening fog has “come on little cat feet” as Carl Sandburg poetically expressed it. Seeing everything through a misty filter gives me an eerie feeling. Perhaps it’s the ability to hide and become almost invisible the haze provides. Or, the trees turning into ghostly figures when shrouded in fog.
Whichever it is I can’t shake a certain uneasiness while walking in the fog. Are those footsteps I hear? What was that movement up ahead? Where did that person, who was just there, go?
Sounds become amplified and ominous. I can often hear the clanging of buoys, moaning of fog horns and crashing of waves from my front yard, which is a couple of miles from the beach, in foggy weather.
At times, the fog can also elicit feelings of calm, coziness and quietude.
This day, however, I choose to get in the Halloween spirit and embrace the spookiness and eeriness of the fog.
These photos in the fog are magnificent!!!
It seems like a beautiful place you must live in, with the sounds described and closeness to the beach. These photos reminded me of my own youth living near the beach. Nostalgia, just marvelous 🙂 thank you for this blog!
Thank-you for visiting and your kind words.