Friday, January 9, 2015

The Foggy Foggy Dew

When I was a bachelor, I liv'd all alone
I worked at the weaver's trade
And the only, only thing that I ever did wrong
Was to woo a fair young maid.
I wooed her in the wintertime
And in the summer, too
And the only, only thing that I did that was wrong
Was to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew.

(Old English folk song, circa 1815)

Now I'm no fair young maid for sure, but there isn't a bachelor on earth who could keep me from the foggy, foggy dew.  Those  foggy morning walks with Shiloh are some of my favourites - like walking while cocooned in a cotton puff, noises muffled, peaceful solitude, beautiful photo ops as the rising sun tries its hardest to shine through the mists.  I can stand on the shore gazing through my camera's lens for hours.  As much as I love crisp sunny mornings, I think I love the foggy ones even more.  These shots are from this morning's walk:

7:45  AM

8:15 AM

8:30 AM

Barrow's Goldeneye

8:45 AM

Fog lifting on Maple Mountain

"What's she babbling on about?"
"I dunno - just ignore her! "


Frances said...

Beautiful photos.

Marie said...

The pictures are beautiful and I can see why you love it so much, good job.

Sheryl said...


Ron Troke said...

hi jean,
this is ron, sophie doodle's dad.
your photos are so serene in the fog. i understand the feeling you have while slipping through the fog. we have a lot of fog along our coasts too and hearing the foghorn far off in the distance, well just completes the picture.
thanks for discovering my blog and i have found yours now.

Jean said...

Welcome to my blog, Ron! I'm just a block or two from a ferry terminal, so the sound of the ferry horn starts my morning early on foggy days. As you say - that sound completes the picture.