Like a velvet glove
Soothing the harshness,
A soft and gentle touch
Silently rolling forward.
It touches nothing
But caresses everything,
A life of its own
A duty to perform.
Like a fervent admirer
It covers its lover,
Pressing home the advantage
Nothing is forgotten.
To some it signifies evil
To others anonymity,
People tend to whisper its name
And watch it inherit the world.
Sailors fear it passing by
Lovers salute its silence,
The wonder of the city
The passage of the fog.
Once again, my Dynamic Duo have presented me with a photograph that I could not leave alone. This poem was written almost 10 years ago but it popped into my mind immediately when I saw this photograph. Thank you to Dan and Maddie had nofacilities.com
Butterfly Sand 
This is lovely!
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Thanks Barb!
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….but caresses everything. Just beautiful description.
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Thank you so much Saji.
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“It touches nothing
But caresses everything,
A life of its own
A duty to perform.” Pam, what a beautiful poem! I love the picture and your words. 💕
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Thank you Karla. Dan takes the most beautiful photographs and I simply cannot resist.
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You’re welcome! I think the duo work is fantastic. 💛🙌🏻
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Fabulous! … or in the words of Billy Crystal – Simply marvelous! Pam, this is perfect for fog. Well done!!!!
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Thanks Frank. I do love the fog, as long as I’m not driving in it…
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Yes velvet. We got to drive through some velvet fog last weekend. Actually velvet fog with an added bonus of heavy flurries. It made for a double whammy bonus white out. Fortunately everyone slowed down just enough. The good news is there was a library used book sale at the end of it. And a small get together. And a Jane Goodall book to read. Velvet. Cheers young lady.
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I am glad you arrived safely John. The fog is a marvellous abstract but it can be quite annoying when you have to drive through it!
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You have described fog magnificently my friend! Glad you recalled this poem because it’s the perfect marriage with Dan’s picture. We’ve had several days of being caressed by velvet fog.
Dan and Maddie may be the Dynamic Duo, but add you to the mix and it becomes the Talented Trio!
Ginger
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Once again, you honor me by wrapping your lovely words around an image. Sometimes, these scenes speak to me, but I think I’m hearing your voice. Thanks Pam.
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Well they certainly speak to me Dan! I could spend hours wandering through your photographs and write constantly. I thank you for that.
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🙂
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Then I am in terrific company! Thank you Ginger.
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It is a lovely image. Like your incredible words dear lady, touches us gently as it passes us by. Thank you for sharing 😀 ❤️ 🙏🏽 🦋
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I gain so much by sharing. Thank you for that.
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a wonderful way to describe the fog
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Thank you Beth
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Touching photography. Very nice picture related wrods write up in poem! So cool words in.✍️!
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Thank you.
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Fabulous!
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Thanks!
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You are welcome!
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Oh, I so love this, Pam! “caresses everything…” yes! I love the mystery of a fog (okay, not so much when I have to drive in it on an unfamiliar road, but the rest of the time…)
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Thanks Dan, I feel the same way
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wonderful. You are the first blog post I read since joining and I now read your posts every-day. Keep it up!
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I am so pleased you are here! Welcome!
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Lovely, Pamela.
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Thank you John.
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😊
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Watching fog inherit the world . . . that is luscious word play right there.
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Fog makes me contemplative and melancholy. It seems to soothe my soul. When I’m not driving in it.
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I love fog.
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You so beautifully translate vision and sensation into words. I love this, in particular: It touches nothing|But caresses everything,
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That means a lot to me, thank you.
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