Not the Foggiest – #SoCS

It’s time to take Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt to the bar, but Linda has made this particularly hard for me (just ask The Editor).

“Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is ‘silent/silence.’ Use one or both in your post. Have fun!”

Silence is not my strong suit. Still, let’s have a go at it.

If we were having a beer the weather would be a topic of interest.

“I was thinking of you yesterday, Dan.”

“Aw, that’s nice, I think. How come?”

“I got up at six, and it was so foggy. Aren’t you already on the road by then?”

“I am, I mean, I was, and that fog was really thick. I drove by this place and I couldn’t see it until I was almost at the parking lot.”

“Maybe that explains the way people park. Did you see the mess in the lot?”

“I park in the lower lot. We’re civilized down there.”

“Did you stop for pictures?”

“Of course. I stopped at the cemetery up the road.”

“What was that like?”

“Eerie silence.”

“Well, dead people aren’t usually up at that hour.”

“Look, my two favorite customers. Dan, your Corona is in the dressing room trying on a few limes, but she’ll be here soon and she’s on the house. David, what would you like?”

“I’d like something on the house, too.”

“Sorry. Just Dan’s Corona.”

“What’s so special about him?”

“He shared a Corona story with the ‘We Are The World Blogfest’ – I know some of those people, and I appreciate his supporting that project.”

“I still think I should get something.”

“So, I guess it’s whine, then.”

“Funny. Suppose I said, ‘I gave at the office’ would that help?”

“It’s a blogfest, not a charity.”

“Bourbon, on my tab.”

“Coming right up.”

“That story was a little bogus, anyway, Dan.”

“Why would you say that?”

“You never drink beer in cans.”

“Not true, I do at the beach. They don’t serve glass bottles on the beach.”

“You never go to the beach!”

“Our Annual Meetings are always at the beach in Florida. I do drink at those things.”

“Shouldn’t that be ‘I always used to drink at those things…’ Past tense required, buddy.”

“You got me there. February was my last one.”

“Last one? I’m just delivering the first one. Here’s Little Miss Corona and here’s a splash of John Howell’s bourbon. I’ll be right back.”

“Cheers my young friend. May your Corona cans always have enough blue.”

“Thanks David. That’s a nice thought.”

“And may the fog clear soon enough for a few sunrise photos.”

“Ha ha, none of those yesterday.”

“Here ya go, a snifter of seltzer, a glass of ice and two cherries.”

“You’re the best Cheryl.”

“Lord knows I try.”

“Speaking of trying, Dan, did they get the boat dock in at Great River Park yet?”

“They did, on Thursday.”

“Where’s your annual photo from the dock?”

“I didn’t go out on it yet.”

“Why not?”

“One end of the gangway was actually still in the river.”

“Dan, exercising caution?”

“Let’s call it common sense.”

“Was your wife with you?”

“No, I’m capable of using common sense.”

“In a sentence, maybe. In real life…I’m not so sure.”

“I’ll ignore that. Besides, you couldn’t see anything from the park, the fog was so thick.”

“Really? I would have thought it would have burned off by then.”

“Nope. I could barley see past the end of the dock, and the river was silent.”

Sea monster?

“That’s when the sea monsters come out.”

“You laugh; look at this picture.”

“It does look a little like a sea monster.”

“Was anyone else around.”

“A couple of guys were fishing.”

“What do they catch at that point of the river.”

“Nothing. The guy threw his line in. Something took the hook and snapped the line?”

“Sea monster?”

“Maybe. Also, some guy went out in a boat.”

“Into that soup?”

“Yeah, and after he left the dock, nothing but silence.”

“You think he’s gone?”

“I don’t know, the consensus on the shore was that he was stupid.”

“Clearly. There’s a lot of junk still floating around from the floods.”

“Speaking of floating, looks like your cherries ran aground at the bottom of that glass.”

“You’re right, Cheryl. Let’s get another splash of bourbon and bring him another Corona.”

“Any food?”

“I could go for some wings.”

“Dan, when have you not been in the mood for wings?”

“Cheryl, his silence speaks volumes. Put an order of twenty wings on my tab.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

The gallery has several photos from my silent commute. Cheryl has added a foggy post of her own. If the photos in the gallery are not mysterious enough, head on over to Teagan’s place for the latest from Parliament, Mississippi.


    • It was weird how it got thicker as I drive. As I was approaching Hartford, I could see the buildings poking through. I thought it would make a good picture, but by the time I got to the city, they were gone.

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  1. Fog has a way of making some things look incredibly beautiful and other things downright eerie. And like G. P. Cox said, it has a silence all its own. I do enjoy looking out from the safety of my home on a foggy day, but I don’t want to be out in it, especially in a car!

    Hope you have a great weekend Dan. Let’s leave the fog to all those old English pictures we all loved to watch! Lol.
    🐾Ginger 🐾

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    • Thanks Ginger. It was getting harder to see, the closer I got to work. I don’t like driving in fog. Like anything else, I don’t mind it so much, but so many people seem to ignore it and speed along like there’s no danger. I got off the highway as early as I could.

      Maddie said that since I didn’t have any pictures of her, I needed to use the Maddie beer image a the top.


      • Yes, I was very happy to see that! A Saturday without Maddie is like having a dish of your favorite ice cream and no spoon! Lol.
        🐾Ginger 🐾

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          • 😢 Extra hugs and kisses for Maddie from Murphy and me. Hope she perks up soon. Funny, Murphy has been a bit under the weather too. It’s always unsettling when our hairy kids clearly don’t feel well.

            Extra cuddling with dad will work wonders I’m sure!
            🐾Ginger 🐾

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      • Yes, Dan, early morning trips can find you socked in suddenly, especially passing through valleys and gorges. But it sure is beautiful if there are not a lot of those seemingly invincible drivers on the road.

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  2. The fog is nice when you don’t have to be out driving in it. Wonderful pictures.

    I am off to visit all the links in your post. Reading in silence on this lovely Saturday. Cheers!

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  3. Nice, Dan. I love the fog photos and your use of the silent/silence prompt. Any of those photos headed over Teagan’s way? I feel as though her series could use a foggy cemetery.

    Anyhow, I hope you’re having a sunnier day and awesome Saturday.

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  4. Love the fog images with the path, the road, and at the cemetery.

    It’s been foggy out in the valley here the last two mornings, but not as thick as you’ve got. I am hoping it gets foggier and higher. I have an image in my head now I want to photograph.

    The silence in the cemetery with the fog must have been eerie! I’m sure I would have been looking over my shoulder making sure I knew where the exit was in case I spooked myself too much with an overactive imagination. 😁

    Hum…sure does look like a sea monster in there! I hope that brave boater makes it out and had a good day fishing.

    Hope you have a lovely week-end too!

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    • Thanks Deborah. The fog “floating” in the mountains offers many photo opportunities. I look forward to your success.

      I stop at that cemetery whenever it’s foggy. I’ve gotten done good images there. Yesterday was a little spooky.

      I’m not sure about that boater. It was a dumb idea to go out in that thick fog.


  5. NOTE: The Editor would like it to be known that she was looking after Maddie (belly boo boos) and DID NOT edit the original post. Special apologies to Cheryl, whose name I misspelled in the link to her post.


  6. Ooooohhhhh….I love the fog. Our early morning departure this week to return home produced the foggy sunrise image on my post. That was the sun! That cementery looks so intriguing. I would have had to go out on that dock. Amazingly I am not afraid of fog. Surprising since my favorite scary movie is The Fog, the original with Adrienne Boob…um Barbeau.. it’s my Halloween go to. Love all these images, Dan.

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    • Thanks Cheryl. The fog wasn’t bothering me about the dock, but the prospect of the gangplank sinking into the muck near the shore was. I was on my way to work, so I couldn’t afford to be up to my ankles in goop. I do love the fog, but I was hoping to see a few details behind it. I would have had to wait about 20 minutes for it to burn off.


  7. That’s some impressive pea soup! I haven’t seen fog that thick since the last time we went to Natural Bridge State Park. Mornings there are impenetrable, but it burns off quickly.

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  8. Gotta give props to Carl Sandberg here ’cause you know I have a soft spot in my heart for MiMi and MuMu. On little cat feet, Dan. Fog is such a cool thing to see….no driving and God help us all–no boating!!

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    • I was driving, Lois, because it got thicker the closer I got to work. I would have turned into the park anyway, but it was good to get off the road. The guy that took his boat out was nuts.

      MuMu has foggy little cat feet. MiMi, the smaller kitty, by far, sounds like she’s wearing clodhoppers. when she walks.


  9. Love the photos, Dan. Especially the cemetery ones. The one of the dock that you’ve captioned “This looked interesting …” would make an excellent image for a book cover in the thriller section.
    I do love this blogging community. Too bad John couldn’t have been there to drink his bourbon.

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  10. Oh yes, here are three or four photos that I really love, let’s see: the one with the yellow road line (excellent!), the first one of the cemetery, the first one with the lights, and the first one of that plank. Looks inviting. :)

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  11. In this world of ours, there really isn’t any actual silence. Even when you go camping there so many sounds all around us. Howbeit, when it comes to noise, I usually was to flee to someplace that isn’t too bright and, of course, quiet. So who do I fall in love with and marry? An extravert.:roll:

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