Friday, June 12, 2009

Da Bob

I woke up the other morning to find the world I live in all wrapped up in grey cotton candy floss . It was the fog . It was a silent ghostly hushed world . Not a sound anywhere .
In Libya the fog is called DaBob . I love the way that sounds .Like fog has a nick name .
I learned the poem "Fog" by Carl Sandburg , when I was very little and it always comes to mind when ever I see fog .Thought I would share it with you here .

by Carl Sandburg

The Fog comes
on little cat feet .
It sits looking
over the harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on .

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Rose Bud said...

Cool pictures. that means it's going to get really hot there!

Bumedian said...

this pics must be early in the morning... right?

it did took me back long ago ..

thank u for that