"Vision is the art of seeing things invisible." ~Jonathan Swift

"The substance of the winds

is too thin 

for human eyes, 

their written language 

is too difficult 

for human 

minds,

and their spoken language 

mostly 

too faint 

for the ears." 

~John Muir

 Fog and calm before the storm at Boat Meadow Beach

and Rock Harbor. Hurricane Irene.

Cape Cod 2011

"The past can't see you, but the future is listening." ~Destin Figuier

Soft light,
diffused and filtered,
From unseen source.
Sounds,
scents,
magnified
With mystic force.

Hanging low
in morning calm,
The fog’s
soft cloak.
Drifting out
from perch unseen,
A raven’s croak.

Breathless,
over water’s surface,
Our wake’s soft voice.
Magic silence,
guarded safely,
The paddlers’ choice.

Heading in to crescent shoreline,
Now close at hand.
Softly in the fragile quiet,
Canoe on sand.

Unveiled at last,
the portage trail
Through mist
appears.
Leads to timeless ways of knowing
The spirit
hears.

~poem by Howard Myers

"The air of summer was sweeter than wine."~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

There’s something almost majestic about the night. Especially tonight with the fog. . . the way it eerily creeps its way through the weeds and covers the earth like a wet blanket. There’s no wind. The street lights cast their hazy, halo-like glow through the mist, mirroring their reflections in the puddles beneath them. It’s quiet. It’s the kind of deafening silence that makes you feel as if you’re the only person left in the world. . .

The fog evokes a feeling like I've been here before. It's mysterious and otherworldly in some way. . . like something you'd read about in a fairytale.

Images taken at Paine's Creek and Point of Rocks Beach
Brewster.

June 28th, 2008