3am your time, just finished shoveling and sat down here. Beautiful beautiful photos this morning, thank you!
My windows aren't open, lol!
:o)
alan
this is so beautifully written...and the foggy photographs give off a dreamlike state.
"...the howling cry of a coyote splits the night air like a blade cleaving the silence from the darkness" - this simile is extraordinary! 
Eavesdropping on coyote conversations, a great good cold night pastime. My cousin used to howl back at them, trying to enter into the conversation, but the coyotes snubbed her. I love your writing, I could float right through the words and experience the call of the wild.
Wowzers! what a great pic of the piers in the fog!
Nice pics !!
Wonderful photos of the fog - so atmospheric. Your writing carried me along for the walk. Glad you got to hear the coyote. They're often around our place at night, but with the windows shut in winter, we don't usually know unless we go outside for a walk with Sabrina at night. Too cold to sleep with out windows open just yet, but we will as soon as it gets as "mild" as it is there!
RIP Molly Ivins
Beautiful, haunting photos. And writing, of course.
so sad today about Ms. Ivins....too young, too vital, too funny to leave us now....
Am I the only one that has "Wuthering Heights" indelibly linked in her brain with most fog in nature pictures (but not seaside fog pictures)?
( Oh, Heathcliff.....!! Oh, Catherine!!)
Great photos, by the way. I'm happy to say the cold weather in SC has given way to milder temps and I'm looking forward to digging in the garden once the ground is a little more dry.
No open windows - but I do keep the thermostat very low at night.
What wonderful moments -
You have such a talent for sharing your experience
Lovely moody photos; amazing to hear the coyotes so close to home. There's a full moon coming on, it was like that when we heard so many coyotes down in Joshua Tree last year.
Thank you for writing so movingly about the coyotes and the fog. It's been a long time since I heard coyotes. I very much like your photos of our recent icy fog.
Did you ever see the book called THE WAY OF THE WATER'S GOING, with its black and white photographs by Ernest Waugh and Alan Nicholson, and with text from Ursula K. Le Guin's book ALWAYS COMING HOME? Le Guin's words were quoted next to a photo of morning fog on a country road:
"If you went up from Wakwaha on such a morning you'd come out of the fog somewhere on the road, come right through that roof, and turning, look back on a white fog-sea breaking in brilliant silence on the hills. It has done that for a long time. They are old hills, but the fog is older."
like a blade cleaving the silence from the darkness
yes!
Beautiful photos.
I don't keep the windows open, but I still sometimes hear coyotes outside, if I happen to be awake late at night. It's a nice sound to hear.
Excellent photos.
That one picture of the old pier pilings is fabulous. I am reminded of my childhood near the California coast. There was at least one old pier like that between Capitola and Seacliff. Do you remember? At low tide - you used to be able to walk that beach for miles. And the fog! Especially near Monterey. It was flavored with artichokes and seaweed and wet sand. When the sun came up - it shredded and tattered itself before completely burning off. Thanks for posting this. I miss the beaches of my youth.
Beautiful fogginess.
I saw a bobcat today on the way home and I thought of Robin and roger instantly!
Love these fog photos! WOW
My parents sleep with their windows open, too. Y'all are nuts!
It's been fun to watch the evolution of this Planets thing.
Thanks for the photo of the piers in the fog. Such calm and evocation. May I add it to my computer's meditation photo slide show?
handdrummer-- Yes. Thanks for asking.
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