FOG
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
– Carl Sandburg
Carl Sandburg (January 6, 1878 – July 22, 1967) was an American poet, writer, and editor who won three Pulitzer Prizes: two for his poetry and one for his biography of Abraham Lincoln. During his lifetime, Sandburg was widely regarded as “a major figure in contemporary literature” He enjoyed “unrivaled appeal as a poet in his day, perhaps because the breadth of his experiences connected him with so many strands of American life”, and at his death in 1967, President Lyndon B. Johnson observed that “Carl Sandburg was more than the voice of America, more than the poet of its strength and genius. He was America.”
02/03/2017 at 8:44 am
I like that quote and I love fog. Great mood images 🙂
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02/03/2017 at 4:44 pm
Thanks Joanne- glad you liked it. I like fog too
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01/29/2017 at 2:02 pm
The special tribute to Carl Sandburg was perfectly matched with your fog pictures, Lisa.
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01/30/2017 at 7:23 pm
Thank you- fog and Sandburg – always go together!
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01/26/2017 at 6:54 am
Fog is magic. Glad you got to enjoy some.
I have the impression Sandburg isn’t so well-known anymore.
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01/27/2017 at 6:18 am
Fog is like magic, I agree- and I was thinking the same thing about Sandburg as I thought of the poem!
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01/25/2017 at 9:32 am
Fog means the seasons are getting ready to change…
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01/25/2017 at 2:56 pm
I’m happy to hear that!!
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01/25/2017 at 6:46 am
And sometimes it helps make poetry in images too. I hope it has moved away by now 🙂
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01/26/2017 at 6:33 am
Such a beautiful thought Paula. It did linger throughout the early morning, and then the skies just remained gray.
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01/24/2017 at 3:57 pm
wow – such a beautiful foggy morning – great thoughts!!
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01/24/2017 at 7:34 pm
Thanks so much!
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01/24/2017 at 10:31 am
I have nothing against fog as long as it isn’t smog
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01/24/2017 at 3:47 pm
Agreed!
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01/24/2017 at 9:09 am
beautiful moody captures!
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01/25/2017 at 6:46 am
Thanks so much
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01/24/2017 at 8:59 am
Sandburg really moved that President – wow – and the people – thanks for sharing about this man of great words…
And the fog photos paired so nicely –
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01/26/2017 at 6:34 am
Thanks- I can never see fog without thinking of that poem 🙂
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01/24/2017 at 8:17 am
These photos are beautiful and evocative. The last photo is perfection; the fence matches the line of the water like a created frame.
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01/24/2017 at 9:11 am
Thanks so much for taking such a close look at that photo with the fence! I usually cannot take a photo from that vantage point but the fog obscures a very ugly recycling building that mars the view!
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01/24/2017 at 7:54 am
Great pictures, we have had some foggy mornings but unfortunely I’m out to early in the morning to take any photos
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01/26/2017 at 6:34 am
Thanks so much
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01/24/2017 at 7:43 am
Lovely poem and equally lovely and moody photos
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01/26/2017 at 6:35 am
Fog does make for a certain kind of mood doesn’t it?
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01/24/2017 at 7:18 am
One of my favorite poems; I think everyone remembers at least the first two lines of this. Beautiful photos, Lisa.
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01/24/2017 at 7:20 am
Thanks Lois -It is always what pops into my head when I see fog.
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01/24/2017 at 7:17 am
It looks like a cold morning, Lisa 🙂
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01/24/2017 at 7:21 am
It is unseasonably warm here for January- yes, cold, but not as cold as it should be!
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01/24/2017 at 7:22 am
Like in many places in our world now, I think…
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