https://boxfanexpo.com/vuh3cwi4 Crashing Waves ©2013 Bo Mackison

https://www.drcarolineedwards.com/2024/09/18/fu61v1qox One day many years ago a man walked along and stood in the sound of the ocean on a cold sunless shore and said, “We need a voice to call across the water, to warn ships; I’ll make one. I’ll make a voice like all of time and all of the fog that ever was; I’ll make a voice that is like an empty bed beside you all night long, and like an empty house when you open the door, and like trees in autumn with no leaves. A sound like the birds flying south, crying, and a sound like November wind and the sea on the hard, cold shore. I’ll make a sound that’s so alone that no one can miss it, that whoever hears it will weep in their souls, and hearths will seem warmer, and being inside will seem better to all who hear it in the distant towns. I’ll make me a sound and an apparatus and they’ll call it a Fog Horn and whoever hears it will know the sadness of eternity and the briefness of life.
~ Ray Bradbury, The Fog Horn

click This is the Pacific in fog.
It was cold when I walked the shore.
The waves were menacing, thrashing about.

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and the death toll tallied, victims unaware of the power of surf.
There was nothing to see in the beyond.

https://trevabrandonscharf.com/abad3fhky2 Fog settled low. I stood
watching the shore birds fight over specks of dinner.

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I liked the feel of the fog, like a shroud.

follow url “It’s always like this. Might be clearer than usual.
Never see sunlight on this beach.
Come back, the fog will be here.”

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I decided there’d be tomorrow for more fog watching.

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https://www.thephysicaltherapyadvisor.com/2024/09/18/dvqn2qjppn Bo Mackison is photographer, book-maker, collector of stories, naturalist, and owner of Seeded Earth Studio LLC.  In August, I stood on the shore of the Pacific Ocean.