The Morning Porch » fog

Deer have been eating the wild rosebush...

Dave Bonta — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 13:12:40 +0000

Deer have been eating the wild rosebush again, and the yard is a maze of rabbit tracks. The fog lifts for a minute, then returns.

Dave Bonta — Thu, 12 Jan 2012 17:32:24 +0000

Cool and damp. The low-hanging clouds catch on the treetops. Crows signal their locations with almost every wingbeat.

Dave Bonta — Tue, 22 Nov 2011 14:52:54 +0000

Fog. High in a skeletal birch, the silhouettes of ten goldfinches are almost the right size for leaves, moving in their own slow wind.

Dave Bonta — Wed, 16 Nov 2011 17:07:17 +0000

Dense fog and silence—the instant wilderness found inside a cloud. A leaf falls 100 feet away and I hear the soft rustle when it lands.

Dave Bonta — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 15:34:24 +0000

Rain and fog. A pileated woodpecker performs invasive surgery on a locust tree next to the springhouse, removing a malignant colony of ants.

Dave Bonta — Mon, 05 Sep 2011 14:38:21 +0000

Rain and fog. With the power out, the world looms frighteningly close. Off in the woods, a bright clearing where some tree came down.

Dave Bonta — Sun, 07 Aug 2011 13:01:25 +0000

Thin fog. A spiderweb spread like a handkerchief a few inches above the ground has a large collection of raindrops, each of them perfect.

Dave Bonta — Mon, 27 Jun 2011 13:01:50 +0000

Fog in the treetops, lit up by the sun. Wingbeats of a large bird. The distant chirping of quarry trucks in reverse, one high, one low.

Dave Bonta — Tue, 26 Apr 2011 15:46:17 +0000

Thanks to insomnia, I have two mornings: one with ground fog lit by the waning moon at dawn, the other hot and abuzz with carpenter bees.

Dave Bonta — Wed, 20 Apr 2011 15:30:26 +0000

Where the moon had glowed through ground fog at 4:00, now the sun glimmers. Four ruby-crowned kinglets flutter in and out of the lilac.