on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
- Carl Sandburg
Perhaps it's something to do with being a life long westcoaster but I've always loved fog. As a kid it was almost as exciting as snow....certainly more common on the coast especially growing up with most people burning coal for home fuel. Going downtown on the trolley bus was even slower in the fog and familiar things seemed different when they suddenly appeared out of the mist. Then all those years at UBC... half asleep in classes listening to the old fog horns.
Some pix I took of fog last week.
