"The fog comes in on little cat feet." This is the first line of the poem The Fog by Carl Sandburg. I thought of it this morning when I opened the front door and was greeted by this...
Then there was more....
You could barely see in front of your car. It took until around noon before it all burned off.
1 comment:
breathtaking! I love fog - one of my favourite weather types. We don't get it a lot in downtown Toronto (or maybe it's gone by the time I get up), so I really appreciate seeing gorgeous images like this.
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