Living at the sea
20 11 2009At a sea of fog. The fog covers the ground and is heavy hanging over the lake. I wait for lifting of the fog, when the sun comes through and the wind,too. The lake will be ready again, open and uncovered. Then it´s time:
I MUST GO IN, THE FOG IS RISING (Emily Dickinson, americ. poet, 1830-1886).
The fog is touching the ground (Pic: Chris P.)
The fog covers the reed (Pic: Chris P.)
The beachpark in grey (Chris P.)
In between land, lake, fog and shafts of sunlight (Chris P.)
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