Practicing Descriptive Writing Here – Brain Fog? – No, Real Fog!

It is not the clear-sighted who rule the world. Great achievements are accomplished in a blessed, warm fog.

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If you can get away from it, fog is beautiful. This week Debbie Simorte, my Girls on Fire editor, asked me how the weather in Visalia could be sunny and foggy at the same time, like that was a Kansas City impossibility. When I drove to Los Angeles this weekend for a meeting, I had to drive almost to Tejon Pass before I found an example of what sunny fog looked like. Visalia had no sun that day, only fog. The freeway, I5 South, split the fog in half as it curled up for a nap against the mountains north of the Grapevine.

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As I drove south, the light haze on east side of the freeway foretold of the clear skies awaiting me in Los Angeles. The beauty of the graduated fading fog enticed me off the freeway long enough to snap these pictures before I continued on my trip. I didn’t move much from one spot as I rotated from east to west to capture the entire scene for you.

My favorite feathering of fog

My favorite feathering of fog

Tinkerbell should be in this picture somewhere sprinkling magical fairy dust in the mountain canyons. It seemed unreal to me.

fog3 The arc of fog needed a rainbow marking its border, but none appeared. It remained stark white. Fog tried to bar the sun from entering the valley.  At about two in the afternoon the sun tried to burn a hole in the clouds as it had already done on the east side of the freeway. I couldn’t stay to see if it succeeded.
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Not a dense fog
Not a dense fog

I stood behind the tree and tried to shoot up at the sun, but the effect didn’t please me.

foggy night
foggy night

I left the meeting at 4:29 PM the next day in a rush to get over the Grapevine while it was still light. Dropping into the Central Valley, the fog greeted me. It probably had never left. At at night fog no longer felt benign. I took this picture through my dirty windshield as I ripped through the fog approaching Bakersfield, I must have plowed the clouds away. On a closer inspection microdrops of dust on my windshield remained as a calling card of the fleeing mist. I look straight ahead. I could see clearly now. When I looked to my left, there it was. It hovered just off the freeway at a gas station ready to pounce on me again. Once Bakersfield’s lights no longer protected my car and me from the fog, the sky dropped puffs of translucent cotton air onto the road. My car became a vacuum cleaner sucking in white dust bunnies. The stronger the suction, the thicker the fog became. By the time I turned off the freeway onto a country road, I could see only three lines ahead of me. A car passed me going the other direction. I counted to six as I watched him in my rearview mirror, and poof, he was gone. Fog turned the roads I know so well into a strangers.

For those of you who have never experienced Valley fog, this is a taste of what the natives call “Tule fog.” How do you describe the fog in your area?

Writing is like driving at night in the fog. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.

 

Fall in the Foothills

Come white misty fog
Dusting the sun-brushed hilltops
Polishing the air.

You know fall has finally arrived when the fog greets you in the mornings.

Fog in the foothills

This picture looks fake, but believe me, the only Photoshop touch on this picture was to give my husband credit for taking it.

fall flowers

By evening the flowers were drinking in the last rays of sunshine at about 4:00 in the afternoon.

“Give me just a little more sun.”

The cats look like they have gained 10 pounds.  It’s all fur.

“We’re good luck!”

“Check out all those abizia seed pods, Scardy Cat.”

“I think I could jump up and get those pods!”  “You’ve GOT to be Kidding – at your age, Mama?”

Hard to believe that at one time they were feral cats, Mama and Baby.  Now they actually pose for pictures.  Scardy is about 10 now.

Under the palm tree

It still looks like spring under the palm tree, but these annuals are lasting so far.

Kalev checks on my strawbabies.

There are even a few berries, but mostly they are putting out runners now.  I have a lot of work to do!!!

Kalev’s report, “It’s all good.”

Even though I think spring looks better on peach and apricot trees, our trees are doing their best to add to the fall spirit.

They even let go of a few leaves.

It’s not easy letting go.

You can’t have too many pictures of leaves.

Even Taliah’s caterpillar is looking a little wilted, and a bit faded this fall.

“If I had only one wish, I would wish I could fly away from this cold weather.”

Some of the fall blooms were blessed to be brought in from the cool weather.

Romantic Bouquet

Hope your enjoyed this photo walk around our yard.  V has designed and maintained it all, and the cats, Kalev, and I all enjoy the fruits of his labors.  I hope you will, too!