A couple of weeks ago on our last day of vacation we set off in good spirits towards home with no real driving plan or expectations in mind. All we wanted to do was to drive and see…go with the flow. This feeling of freedom makes me happy in that simple, no worries kind of way.
After about an hour of peaceful and passive sightseeing we drove into some fog. Immediately my senses began to tingle with excitement as I sat up straight, leaning forward, ready to take it all in…the suspense had me literally at the edge of my seat!
Feeling a gentle yet powerful pull towards the ocean, we drove as if on autopilot in answer to its steady call, obediently arriving at this serene scene.
Against the low-lying shoreline, although veiled by the mist, these trees managed to still stand out…the majesty of nature always shines through.
After we had our fill feasting our eyes on the glorious shoreline view, it was time to feed our grumbling bellies. Creamy, yet chunky clam “chowdah”, sprinkled with freshly ground pepper…yum, yum, yum. It amazes me how several simple ingredients can be turned into something so rich and complex – the sum of its parts is indeed more, if executed properly and with heart (just like with any form of art.)
We enjoyed our delicious cup of comfort at the harborside where it was still foggy and quiet, except for the fog horns occasionally blowing in the distance. These dreamy surroundings hovered around us, casting a soft and serene glow, creating a feeling very much like being inside an enormous canopy of sheer organza fabric. These hazy visions made me feel like I wanted to hold my breath in an attempt to try and stop time…hoping to freeze the moment, to capture its perfection for just a little while longer. I’ve never encountered anything quite like this before. My entire being felt alive with the spirit of adventure, as my head filled rapidly with deep thoughts…I love swimming in these waters.
The hours surrounded by fog, with life’s many distractions out of view, I had the time and space to think and reflect. During those moments I came to a realization: sometimes what we can’t see allows us to see more clearly. For instance, because of the fog I couldn’t see far into the distance. My vision was limited to only what was in close view. Therefore, my perception was focused only on the immediate…all the wonderful things that were happening in the now. During those stolen hours I allowed myself to fully savor the magic of the moment.
Thanks to my experiences from that foggy day in Maine, I’ve regained my perspective. My vision is clear and focused… zoomed in on what’s most important. Life happens right in front of us, here and now. Whatever is in the far distance can wait.
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oh becky, what beautiful photographs & journeying.
also such a paradox because your mission was anything but foggy.
such clear sight & insight.
xoxox
August 21st, 2010
thank you Becky.
this entire post is perfection and such a fabulous reminder.
you couldn’t be more right….we need to focus on the here and now…be present with what is in front of us.
you have such a way with words!!
blessings upon you my friend!!
xoxoxoxo
k
August 21st, 2010
such a blessing you are to share such wonderful words. it’s true. sometimes we want to pass through the fog so quickly that we miss today. have a relaxing weekend.
August 21st, 2010
What truly amazing words and photo’s, I was on that journey with you, it felt so real. A great reminder of how we should live, right here, right now.
Thanks for the reminder.
love me 🙂
August 22nd, 2010
I cherish Maine and the memories it holds! I am so happy you and yours, shared in this rare moment. The chowder thick like the fog, allowed your souls to drift and embrace your time together. Your view contained magic, like clarified butter, the vision becomes clear. Comfort stirred your senses;
allowing you to bask in it’s richness.
Life itself is the proper binge~Julia Child~
August 22nd, 2010
I goofed, the fog thick like the chowder…
Now, pass the lobstah… ;-D and I’d like a whoopie pie~
August 22nd, 2010
Chowdah, lobstah, whoopie pies…love them all – with or without fog…yummy!
August 22nd, 2010
That was beautiful, Becky. I, too, just love to take off though it is a bit different in the city. It still gives me that wonderful feeling of “no cares” and, at the same time, my own control over what I do what my time.
You describe it so well!
Hugs,
Suz
August 23rd, 2010
a divine way to see clearly through such softness…loved this trip ~ elk
August 23rd, 2010
becky!
becky! becky!
i am in AWE of your photographs.
i want to take this entire post and make it into a little book and keep it by my nightstand.
truly!
i needed this reminded about clarity and maybe not looking so far into the distance that i miss the beauty right in front of me.
thank you friend.
c
August 24th, 2010
oh, and p.s.
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL!
August 24th, 2010
Becky, your foggy road trip really produced some great photography! Glad you made the time to hit the road and clear your head!
xo
jeanne
August 25th, 2010
“Life happens right in front of us, here and now. Whatever is in the far distance can wait.” Beautifully said, and so true! And yes! I agree wtih Chrissy! You are beautiful! 🙂
August 26th, 2010
Thanks for the compliments…you made my day!
August 26th, 2010
oh my gosh, wow, love the beautiful fog filled images Becky!!
fantastic… love the way you have described this adventure as well…
happy sigh…..xxo, kim
September 4th, 2010
I always learn something from reading your blog Becky–today I got to learn something AND see your gorgeous photos. I never thought of fog in that way before, although I always loved it too. Thanks for the reminder about what’s right in front of us.
September 16th, 2010
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