My friend, Fog, showed up again. I haven’t seen him for about a year and a half. He’s probably been skulking here and there but not in front of my camera until last Saturday. That afternoon I drove to the shore for an overnight getaway. As I left the mainland at Manahawkin the temperature dropped and the fog appeared. The Ocean County Sheriff’s office had been warning about this, and they were right. I dumped Pearl at the house and headed to the beach. Here was the scene at about 5:30.
It was still light enough to see what was happening but the approaching mists were clearly on the way. Just to the left of this walkway leading to the beach I was also welcomed by blooms of bayberry. I don’t remember seeing this profusion before. They were enjoying the moisture of the mists.
As the evening progressed the mists crept further into the town, bringing the usual mystery, silence, and dimmed lights. There is no motion as though the mist absorbs anything that dares move. I wonder as I write this about the connection between the words mist and mystery. It’s there. Later, the view through one of the windows brings out the same feelings.
At the docks at the foot of the street the fog had also taken charge. Nothing moved here either except some shimmer. Even the in-residence Purple Martins were anxious and just hanging out on their perches.
The next morning the drive to Fred’s Diner was a matter of cleaving through the fog. At Fred’s there was breakfast and life. Friends reappeared, my last view of them having been on Labor Day. Materialization from the fog? No, snap out of it.
After breakfast, a drive south to the tip of Holgate on the edge of the wildlife refuge. First sight was this sentinel, also a residue of last year.
The jetty there was taking a beating.
Down on the sand, the swells were impressive.
On the other side of the jetty the dampened swells provided only a modest challenge to this young boy, ready for a day on the beach and the fog be damned..
Fog is fascinating to me. For my earlier posts on the subject click on the blue titles below:
Fall Fog at the shore – November 2013
Fog, A Little Before Breakfast – December 2011
Fog Blog, A – Beach and bay scenes – September 2010
Foggy Fall Days at the shore – Ole October – October 2011
Fog Fix, A – July 2011 -Beach and bay scenes, Charon fishing, Pearl Street pavilion, Sandberg’s “Fog”.
Fog, Fall at the Shore – November 2013
Foggy Farewell, A farewell to Charleston Moor – November 2011