Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Rooftops #5 - Fog

When we first looked out this morning, the sun was shining and the sky was a pretty blue. The thirty minutes later, this fog. I was reminded of Carl Sandburg's poem.


The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

More rooftops!


Geraldine said...

Oh, I love that poem. Great photo to accompany. Glad you found your way to OSI! :<)

b.c. said...

love that poem, and your foggy morning picture suits it, :)

PS : De-abbreviate as you like ;) said...

i loved ds !! both the pic and the words :)