Wednesday, December 4, 2013

December Fog

by Carl Sandburg

The fog comes
on little cat feet

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

The fog that poet Carl Sandburg describes came this week to Huron County. It sat and sat. Barns appeared and disappeared. Telephone poles, wind turbines, farm houses -- all floated in and out of a distant nothingness.

This barn on Helena Road, captured with a telephoto lens, sits looking at a corner where, just like the fog, I move on.

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