It was foggy when I woke up this morning....I love fog. Well, I love it as long as I don't have to drive long distances in it or drive it in at night.Fog changes the canvas of my world in such magical ways. Everything becomes muted, colors are softened, edges disappear, shadows are non-existent. It all becomes a dreamscape.
In the "olden days" Bellingham had a wonderful old foghorn mounted down at the harbor that would emit its deep bass tone to warn ships away from the jetties. I loved waking to that sound! I knew what it was going to look like outside even before I opened the curtains.
With the advent of the GPS, there is no longer the need for old technology and the foghorn no longer tolls its somber tune. I really miss it. At least the fog still rolls in.