The fog comes on little cat feet

The fog comes 

on little cat feet. 

It sits looking 
over harbor and city 
on silent haunches 
and then moves on.
“Fog” by Carl Sandburg


The fog crept into town this weekend. Here are a few photos of the spectacle:

A heron stood watch from atop one of the Civil War bridge piers.

And this seagull seemed befuddled by it all.

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  1. You're right about the calmness of fog; reminds me, though, of the fogginess surrounding council and school board decisions.

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  2. Oh I can't wait to see the Storage Units on Front Street.If HARB passed this then guess what, all my home alterations wi) be done after dark!Ridiculous!

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  3. You're right about the calmness of fog; reminds me, though, of the fogginess surrounding council and school board decisions.

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  4. Oh I can't wait to see the Storage Units on Front Street.If HARB passed this then guess what, all my home alterations wi) be done after dark!Ridiculous!

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