The Foggy Corridor

Foggy shapes drifting, suspended – beings of moisture and light beckoning and cajoling, gently persuading, anticipating your entrance into the dark corridor. Will you go? *** This photo entry is part of the Daily Post’s Weekly Photo challenge: “Creepy.” Thanks for visiting. I’ll see you all again!

Foggy Morning Blues

Jennifer Nichole Wells’ One Word Photo Challenge for last week’s (I know I am late) weather word was “fog.” That is easy to do here in Florida. It was 82 degrees F. this morning at 5:30 AM. I headed outside to take some shots of the fog that was floating about. The air was so thick it was hard to breathe! The infamous horse hole! The fog looks like mystical beings floating about. I was shocked to see the fog show up []

#PhotoRehab – Foggy Mornings

I am excited about Lucile’s additions to our Photo 101 Rehab – The Clinic. Read all about her upcoming events here. This week, I would like to share how fog can make your images eerie and mysterious. Here is a photo of Fairy Swamp on a foggy  summer morning. I like how the fog swirls in the tops of the trees and how the murky waters below are muted by the haze above. The image almost seems to be distorted from the fog. []

A Foggy Morning at Fairy Swamp

I have spent the last couple of days working on my book, The Swamp Fairy. This morning I woke up knowing that I had to go to Fairy Swamp. I could not shake the feeling. I am glad I did because this is what I found: The fog curled and draped around the trees and bushes. It was hot, around 80 degrees F. at 6 a.m. I don’t know if I was hot and sweating or if the fog made me wet, []

Shrouded Silhouettes

For my Word Snap Weekly challenge this week, sponsored by Amanda of Unique Art Chic, I would like to add a Tanka poem to celebrate warmer temperatures (for today only) and the return to fog and rainy mornings here in Pensacola, Florida. What is a Tanka, you ask?  Here is what The Poem Workshop says: A tanka must be EXACTLY 5 lines. The lines must follow the 5-7-5-7-7 format. The 1st & 3rd lines contain 5 syllables. All remaining lines contain 7 []

Writing 201: Poetry–Through a Fog of Tears

Day Five: Fog, Elegy, Metaphor I knew when you were gone it would be hard to see you again – ever in that same way. I cried when you made the choice to leave. I let you go like silken strands slipping from my waiting arms blowing in a heavy breeze. I felt your presence leave as my heart tried so hard to cleave. I knew our time was past, our days were gone.  We were through. I sighed and let the []

The Clinic–photo rehab #5: Fog in fairy swamp

Fairy Swamp in the fog is mysterious with shadows at every turn.  I love the way the fog curls around the bare trees. Many thanks to Lucile De Godoy and her photo rehab challenge for letting me share my part of the world. Thanks for popping in to see what I have been up to.  I’ll see you again!

The Clinic–Photo Rehab #2

I like backlighting and try to play with it often.  I especially love this picture of horse-hair caught in the barbed wire fence, backlit by the rising early morning sun.  I managed to capture the fog hanging in the sky that morning, as well.  This was taken last spring, north of Pensacola, Florida. This is my contribution to  Lucile De Godoy’s Photo Rehab Clinic.  Join in and share your world! Thanks for stopping by to see me today.  I sure enjoy seeing []

Pixel Prose Challenge–A Foggy Sunrise

Amanda, of Unique Art Chic, sponsors a Pixel Prose Challenge each week where you can wield your creative images and words together to make something magical! This week shows that I am obsessed with the fog and the interesting images that come out of it. Living in the deep South of the United States, Florida to be exact, allows me the privilege to share the beauty of the sunrise on the last day of November, 2014 from the perspective of my backyard. []

Pixel Prose Challenge–Morning Fog

“Morning Fog,” is my contribution for this week’s Unique Art Chic’s weekly challenge entitled, “Pixel Prose Challenge.” The fog rolls in thick in the morning during this extremely humid period in Pensacola, Florida.  This is a view of the field behind our house where two neighbor horses graze.  By the afternoon hours we will have thunderstorms dump the collected moisture from the Gulf of Mexico upon us.  Late next week we hope to cool off into the high 80’s.  Fall is slowly []