Lost and Found in the Fog

I love fog. Growing up here on the Cape, I find it energizing.

Yet fog can distort things, too. It can blur one’s view, disorient one’s sense of direction and place in the landscape.

The other day as I pulled into the parking lot at Forest Beach, I could see the fog rolling in from the sea, billowing and swirling as it came. Creeping up and over the dunes and into the marsh. Muting the sun’s rays, dissipating everything that is familiar to me in a marsh I know so well.

I have also found that the fog can bring new things to light; even unexpected things, together.

As I looked across the marsh, I was taken with a group of ospreys and crows.

Ordinarily, an osprey will fiercely defend its nesting pole against anything coming near. Yet here they were, ospreys and crows, sharing one of the “fish hawks’ ” favorite perches.

As I walked along the marsh’s edge I noticed a few things that just the day before, in brighter sunshine, I had completely overlooked!

Like this swamp rose mallow, peeping through a thicket of lime green leaves and cat o’ nine tail stalks.

And this pokeweed, the blossoms hanging heavy and just getting ready to bloom.

I saw a cluster of nightshade, it’s delicate petals so vibrant and deeply purple against a foggy frame. It took my breath away.

A cluster of poison ivy, changing from green to crimson almost seemed to whisper, Time’s are changing, autumn’s a-comin’.

I asked the new batch of baby bunnies what they had found in the fog.

They told me that the damp, cooling air had drawn them out of their nest to a new patch of ground, where they were delighted to find tasty greens to nibble on.

And although they tried to deny it, I looked like they had also found a real spring in their step.

Just like mine.  😉
Over at the Mill I could barely make out the ospreys overhead.

Yet I knew they were out there. They called out to one another, their cries piercing the foggy air as they brought their fresh catches home to the nest.

Across the flats, two great egrets were trying to ignore all things osprey.

Slowly striding through the grass, they seemed to be reveling in the murky landscape; stretching out their necks and with keen eyes looking for signs of swishy fish tails.

A familiar friend atop Gull Cottage reminded me that the fishing’s always best when the fog rolls in.

He told me it’s because the crabs can’t see you coming for them in the fog.

I guess he would know.

By the time I got back around to the parking lot at Forest Beach, the fog had all but covered everything in the marsh from view.

But that’s what fog does.

It can sometimes make you feel disoriented, perhaps even a bit lost.

The next time you feel lost in the fog, maybe take a deep breath.

And look around.

You might just discover something new, thanks to fog, something you might not have seen without it.














Summer’s Trottin’ Right Along Here on Ole’ Cape Cod

It’s been a tough week. The humidity’s been high and everyone’s been praying for relief.


I didn’t get much chance to get out walking in the marsh but when I finally did, it did not disappoint.

It seems that in my absence, summer’s been trottin’ right along here on the Cape.

And at a mighty clip indeed!


The young ospreys seem to be getting the hang of their hover-and-dive fishing techniques.


‘Though some seem to still need the security of the nest in between flights, their cries filling the marsh as they call to one another from their perches.


But they are not the only busy ones.

People are out and about, everywhere you look.

Hiking …





You can almost feel them squeezing every moment they can out of their dwindling vacation days here on the Cape.


Peering into gardens as I pass, I notice flower blossoms fading into that “vintage” palette that I love…


Lovingly tended by some of the best scarecrows I have ever seen!


There’s a certain deepening and lengthening of the shadows along Mill Landing…


And you can see changes in the colors of the marsh grass as they do their wiggle-dances across the blue, blue water.


A few more chairs are now empty, here and there…


Yes, summer is slowly drawing to a close here on the Cape.

With or without the cooler temps we long for quite yet, the signs of seasons shifting are all there.


This can be such a reflective time for those of us who know the Cape well…

And as I head for home it seems as if even this swamp rose mallow is giving a warm salute to summer as we all relish these final days of a summertime beauty that is like no other.


Thanks for visiting me here at Images of Cape Cod!

‘Til the next time,