I've always loved your attitude in retirement. You're keeping busy, but on the things you're interested in pursuing. It's possible the reading only holds value if it's complimented by your experiences. Sort of a theory/practice thing. Glad to hear you're well. The red vest suits you. 👍
Real nice, Tom! The pics remind me of the ground fog in southwest Louisiana, and the Tule fog we get here, the SF Bay Area and central valley, in winter. Beautiful, and still. Here, the fog usually rolls in and out on the wind, rarely setting on the ground. Thanks for posting these pictures!
Very cool shots -- I'm not sure what the temp was, but it looks like the walk was worth it.
Curious to know how you pronounce "slough". I haven't seen that word too much outside of UK and Ireland -- this may be the first time! It's not even common in Canada, which now that I think of it, seems a little unusual...
Stunning work, Tom. I go through similar spurts (why am I even doing this?), but somehow I find my way back to writing. I’m happy you shared this today! Also, while taking in the photos, I couldn’t help but think of Fog Chaser. Neat to see his name at the bottom and to hear how you are inspired by his music, as well. Take care.
Love these photos of the fog. Absolutely gorgeous. For a few years in my early twenties, I lived in the Sunset District of San Francisco, a neighborhood continually covered with fog. I worked in Marin County, which boasted warm weather all summer. As I'd pass through the tunnel and over the Golden Gate Bridge on my way home from work each day, I'd leave the warmth of a beautiful summer day and need my windshield wipers by the end of the bridge. I grew to hate the fog and moved down the peninsula at my first opportunity. Many years later, I live in the foothills of California and have a love affair with the fog dancing along the riverbanks as I drive through our canyon. It's interesting how different the fog feels to me in nature as opposed to the city streets. Thanks for sharing! 💜
Lovely shots. You're absolutely right, the fog here in the NW is gorgeous. And, totally get your dust metaphor -- I'm starting to emerge from a bit of a break as well. They always seem a bit different from one another, but every time they creep up the prevailing feeling I get is that of an engine overheating. Just backing off has helped, trying to wriggle away from the self-imposed pressure to "produce!" and to "grow!" and instead let everything cool. Easier said than done sometimes, but being able to acknowledge the feeling, and that it isn't a permanent state has been critical.
Beautiful photos of the fog. I live in the fog belt in California’s Central Valley and it’s fog season. Other than driving in it, which can be dangerous I love it’s mystery.
The dust metaphor makes total sense to me!! I get in those slumps too.
Great shots, Tom! But what were you reading that reignited the fire???
I've always loved your attitude in retirement. You're keeping busy, but on the things you're interested in pursuing. It's possible the reading only holds value if it's complimented by your experiences. Sort of a theory/practice thing. Glad to hear you're well. The red vest suits you. 👍
Words AND Pictures: all lovely!
Real nice, Tom! The pics remind me of the ground fog in southwest Louisiana, and the Tule fog we get here, the SF Bay Area and central valley, in winter. Beautiful, and still. Here, the fog usually rolls in and out on the wind, rarely setting on the ground. Thanks for posting these pictures!
You are a true fog chaser, Tom.
Very cool shots -- I'm not sure what the temp was, but it looks like the walk was worth it.
Curious to know how you pronounce "slough". I haven't seen that word too much outside of UK and Ireland -- this may be the first time! It's not even common in Canada, which now that I think of it, seems a little unusual...
Stunning work, Tom. I go through similar spurts (why am I even doing this?), but somehow I find my way back to writing. I’m happy you shared this today! Also, while taking in the photos, I couldn’t help but think of Fog Chaser. Neat to see his name at the bottom and to hear how you are inspired by his music, as well. Take care.
I appreciate the update, and the ode to Fog is very powerful on multiple levels. You’re doing fine.🌫️🌤️
Hi Tom. Nice to see you. 💛
Glad you're back in the saddle.
Your photography, as always, is lovely. Ground fog + autumn always a winning combination.
This past summer was exceptional at sucking the writing lifeblood out of many of us. The farm looks fun; if not a creative muse, good for the soul.
Love these photos of the fog. Absolutely gorgeous. For a few years in my early twenties, I lived in the Sunset District of San Francisco, a neighborhood continually covered with fog. I worked in Marin County, which boasted warm weather all summer. As I'd pass through the tunnel and over the Golden Gate Bridge on my way home from work each day, I'd leave the warmth of a beautiful summer day and need my windshield wipers by the end of the bridge. I grew to hate the fog and moved down the peninsula at my first opportunity. Many years later, I live in the foothills of California and have a love affair with the fog dancing along the riverbanks as I drive through our canyon. It's interesting how different the fog feels to me in nature as opposed to the city streets. Thanks for sharing! 💜
Such an evocative post, Tom. A great read - thank you.
Lovely shots. You're absolutely right, the fog here in the NW is gorgeous. And, totally get your dust metaphor -- I'm starting to emerge from a bit of a break as well. They always seem a bit different from one another, but every time they creep up the prevailing feeling I get is that of an engine overheating. Just backing off has helped, trying to wriggle away from the self-imposed pressure to "produce!" and to "grow!" and instead let everything cool. Easier said than done sometimes, but being able to acknowledge the feeling, and that it isn't a permanent state has been critical.
Beautiful photos of the fog. I live in the fog belt in California’s Central Valley and it’s fog season. Other than driving in it, which can be dangerous I love it’s mystery.