Some would say the title of today's blog is my autobiography in four words. But I'm discussing the weather phenomena, not my twisted brain.
I enjoy walking just before dawn through the clouds that fall from the sky.
I like the small patches of thick fog that truly look like a cloud that fell from the sky. Sometimes, in low lying areas and around small ponds, the fog is set in so thick that it appears a large hand pushed bunches of cotton balls into a basket.
I must walk to appreciate fog. The headlights from a vehicle ruin the experience...even with low beams.
Fog can mix with the environment and and take on completely different visual experiences. Moonlight shining on fog gives off an almost blue glow, a near florescence. When fog mixes with dust from a gravel road, I walk through a beige cloud.
On some rare occasions there is too much fog. My little red blinkers just wouldn't be seen until it was too late. On those days I call for a "fog out"and my dogs and I turn around and go home. Like a rain out, it is a walk lost.
I enjoy walking just before dawn through the clouds that fall from the sky.
I like the small patches of thick fog that truly look like a cloud that fell from the sky. Sometimes, in low lying areas and around small ponds, the fog is set in so thick that it appears a large hand pushed bunches of cotton balls into a basket.
I must walk to appreciate fog. The headlights from a vehicle ruin the experience...even with low beams.
Fog can mix with the environment and and take on completely different visual experiences. Moonlight shining on fog gives off an almost blue glow, a near florescence. When fog mixes with dust from a gravel road, I walk through a beige cloud.
On some rare occasions there is too much fog. My little red blinkers just wouldn't be seen until it was too late. On those days I call for a "fog out"and my dogs and I turn around and go home. Like a rain out, it is a walk lost.
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