Tag: fog

Thwarted

We had big plans for a pleasant Sunday drive yesterday, but the fog we’d expected to lift only got thicker as we went. Our target was the Sax-Zim bog, known among bird-watchers for its owl sightings, but as a retired truck-driver, I knew how dangerous fog can be, and I started to have second thoughts. That was the first strike against us.

We were carefully tip-toeing along when it came over the radio that there had been a terrible wreck about 20 miles ahead. Three young people were dead. That was the second strike, and yet we proceeded.

About a mile further we came upon a vehicle rolled over in the ditch. Fortunately, its occupants had already been rescued, but that was it–strike three! Okay, Universe, I get the hint.

We turned around right there and went home. I often go the extra mile for a good shot, but I also try to make sure it’s not my last. There would be no owls on this adventure.

–Photos by me

In the Fog

With the fog so thick last night, I decided to walk down to the railroad tracks with my camera. As I stood around waiting for a train, I wondered how it is that deer get hit by them (it happens around here every so often). How could it be that when the massive, thundering beast is bearing down on them, standing right in the middle of the tracks seems like their best option?

Anyway, it wasn’t long and a train suddenly burst out of the fog with a deafening roar. I was only a few feet from the tracks, and when it was upon me, horn blasting and ground shaking, I almost panicked and ran onto the tracks myself!

in thick fog, the train

tears a hole in the dark night

and rolls it along

–Photo by me