Tuesday, September 25, 2018

Taking the Sky Road Home

Only in September and October do sunsets like this come along, ground mist creeping through fields and around trees, light and sky and clouds like something out of a Maxfield Parrish painting. The clouds in the first image look like a trail one could walk along, and they remind me of the title I appended to an image years ago, "Taking the Sky Road Home".

Fog and ground mist are common entities at sunrise and nightfall here in autumn, clouds of condensed moisture generated by the earth's slow breathing and drifting along above the surface. Humans are cloud-breathing dragons - we generate our own mists and fogs as we take air into our lungs and expel it again; trees breathe in and out too. As above so below, sky, humans, trees and the earth all breathing in and out together, the rosy streaks in the sky above our heads kin to the nebulous veil floating below. Such are notions I always find pleasing.

We call visible murky stuff "fog" when it reduces visibility to less than 1,000 metres, and we call it "mist" when we can see further than 1,000 meters through it. One can make out farm buildings way in the distance in the second photo, so this is mist rather than fog, and a right fine mist it is.

I might be anywhere in the world, but I am leaning against a fence in the eastern Ontario highlands on a cool night in September.  The collar of my jacket is turned up against the wind, and I watch as another day fades, taking photo after photo and hoping just one or two turn out. The clouds, the setting sun, the gauzy veils of condensation floating just above the earth, all are too beautiful for words, so why am I trying to describe them?

The sun slides below the horizon, another autumn day folds up like an umbrella, and the stars come out. A brief interval this, but perfect in every way...

2 comments:

Barbara R. said...

Since I live in a mountain valley, I'm inundated by fog frequently. Today I've got cool moisture outside, and choose to have the air conditioner going inside to feel a bit drier, not necessarily cooler.

M. E. Martinsen said...

Here in the Southwest we don't often get fog or mist, but dust on windy afternoons. Our September mornings have become cool and clear, waiting for the Pacific Ocean to send rain.