July 5, 2020

A Foggy Day on the Water

Fog is one of the metaphors we have used for the wilderness journey. You can’t see your way clear. The landscape around you is vague and undefined. You are locked in to seeing a limited locale and you have to make your way carefully lest you run into something your eyes could not anticipate.

Our two days on Little Cranberry Island were days of rain and fog. Not what we anticipated. However, the weather could not destroy good fellowship with friends, and it also carried a beauty of its own that cried out to be appreciated.

Here are a few photos of our foggy days in Maine.

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  1. Nice shots, Mike.

    Love that fog!

    We get quite a few foggy days in the Summer here on the So. Cal. coastline.

    I’ll take ’em every day of the week. It sure beats the heat.

    • Amen to that! Unfortunately, the fog rarely made its way to East county San Diego where I spent 4 years.

      • Yes, Miguel…that is the same here. Just 5 or 10 minutes inland and the fog is gone and temps go up dramatically.

        And we know what Mark Twain said, “The coldest winter that I ever spent was a Summer in San Francisco.”

        • Steve, I live just a couple of blocks east of I-5 freeway and occasionally fog will make it this far, less than two miles from the beach in north San Diego County. I LOVE the fog! In Ohio, where I grew up, fog was a rare event. Walking in the fog offers mystery, surprise, and the illusion of invisibility. My wife, a SoCal gal, absolutely HATES it, though.

        • Steve, I live just east of the I-5 freeway and less than two miles from the beach here in North San Diego County and occasionally the fog makes it this far. I LOVE the fog! The mystery, the surprise, and the illusion of invisibility are the things that I love about it. My wife, though, a SoCal gal, absolutely HATES it.

          • Oscar,

            I love North San Diego County!

            And I’m with you…I love the fog!


            PS- When we were living in San Clemente, my wife was shopping on Del Mar Ave. (the main st. in downtown S.C.) and sun was out…a gorgeous day…and then the fog came in thick and super fast. Tourists were running away from it screaming. They didn’t know what it was. Sort of funny.

        • Rick Ro. says

          My wife and I love to visit San Diego. We hit it every other year or so. Very true about the fog and weather patterns. We often stay near the coast and wake up to 60 degree weather, then drive ten minutes to Old Town where it’s 80+ degrees.

      • What were you doing there?

  2. Radagast says

    Beautiful, mysterious, I love how the fog can muffle light and sound, things can appear quickly out of nowhere, and at times, especially in thick fog, it can be disorienting. Thank you for sharing…

  3. Looking at those pictures I can hear the quiet that is settled over everything and also the intermittent sound of the fog horn lowing through it all. There is a certain comfort in being wrapped in the quiet of that cloud and then a different comfort in hearing that horn, that beacon of sound, that ground and direction. Life could easily be described as the interplay between those two states of knowing and unknowing, seeing and searching and there is something to be had in both.

  4. David Cornwell says

    I grew up in the Ohio Valley where we had horrific fog many times. In HS English we had an assignment to write a poem, and the first one I wrote was about fog. That fog and the poem are gone with the wind, but it is a favorite subject to work with.

    Thanks for the photographs, and the mystery that goes with them. May God bless your visits and Ted’s hospitality.

  5. Ted, I like your boat’s name!

    And your boat, for that matter.

    • I thought having a boat named “Hope” was a fitting final shot for a post about being in the fog.

    • Thanks, Danielle. So far Hope has not disappointed me.

      [insert groan here]

      My previous boat was Pandora. There’s a story behind that name, but in this case the boat named herself. After Pandora got done releasing all the world’s troubles, all that was left in the box was hope (plus, four letters was cheaper to have painted).

      The fog and rain cleared after Mike and Gail left, not that it was their fault. But now they’re enjoying sunshine in another part of Maine. Next time they’ll see the hills of Acadia.

  6. If the situation is our faith, our fear is what is beyond the fog. A storm, and object, etc… We may trust God at the creator of the fog, water, land, etc…, but that does not mean He does not allow the storm.

    If the situation describes our walk with God, then it shows that we can know enough about Him, be in communion with Him, etc…. but not only see “dimly”, we don’t see some things at all.

  7. Randy Thompson says

    Fog certainly is a good metaphor for the “wilderness journey,” but I think it works even better as a metaphor for life in general, especially for the Christian life.

    We live in a fog! Our visibility is limited, so we see little. In fact, we see just enough to drive the next quarter mile or so down life’s road, and that’s it. If you want to see past that, you have to drive the quarter mile and then see what you can see then Faith is believing the journey is worthwhile. Hope is the expectation that there’s more to see, if you continue moving forward. And the road you’re on? An act of love if ever there was one.

    Jesus told us he was the way, that travelling his way is worth it, and that there’s more to see, but you have keep moving forward.

    Oh, and by the way: My wife and I are originally from the Southern California area (Pasadena and then Santa Barbara), so we totally get how cool fog is. We do get some occasionally here in New Hampshire, but it’s usually in and around the lakes. I have vivid memories driving over the Sepulveda Pass back to UCLA from a weekend at home in Pasadena, and driving in fog that was near white-out conditions. Cool, but scary.

  8. “For now we see through a glass [through a fog?], darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then I shall know even as also I am known.”

  9. Dr. Fundystan, Proctologist says

    Those are some great shots! You have a real talent, friend.

  10. If Mike and Gail were/are enjoying the Coastal Maine Botanical Gardens yesterday or today, they have the perfect day(s) for it. That place is gorgeous!

    Fog like pea soup, eh, Ted?

    • I’ve seen thicker fog. But it hardly ever rains that hard. And the lightning was a little close. A friend’s well got hit and fried the pump.