The fog comeson little cat feet.It sits lookingover harbor and cityon silent haunchesand then moves on.By Carl Sandburg
This poem by Carl Sandburg could have been penned on a day just like Wednesday when we spent a few hours exploring the Carl Sandburg Home National Historic Site. It was a delightful morning and there will be more posts forthcoming but for today I wonder if Mr. Sandburg was inspired by fog that rolled into the home site on a similar day.
Do you embrace foggy days or do they press in on you? Let me know in the comments and remember to Comment for a Cause.
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I’m not sure about the little cat feet with that fog though! Lol
How fitting this poem for your visit. I look forward to your future posts.
Fog is mysterious and intriguing. I wouldn’t want it all the time but once in awhile it is kind of cool. Your pictures are great and convey the feeling.
Perfect photos for that Sandburg poem. And I bet, his home fog from time to time truly did inspire his words.
If I’m driving in the fog up 276 from South Carolina towards home, I definitely don’t embrace it! I instead embrace the steering wheel! 🙂
I enjoyed these peaceful pictures.
Fog makes some very nice pictures! I love fog except when driving. Good Morning!
Good morning! Driving down the mountain in fog is my least favorite thing to do. 🙂