Morning Fog
The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on. ~Carl Sandburg~ Fog. It's not something I've seen much of, growing up in the desert. So, I've been mesmerized by it's beauty over the last couple of days. Early this morning I grabbed my scarf, fingerless gloves and camera and headed down to the waterfront park near our house to try and capture this feeling. Lake Washington. A beautiful place to sit on a bench on the dock and see the Seattle skyline. But, not this morning. Only the soft sounds of the water lapping at the shore and far off voices from a fishing boat lost in the fog. It's calm, it's cool, and so peaceful. "This" to me, is what Autumn is supposed to be. It's what I used to daydream about and see in the glossy pages of Coastal Livi...