Our spring is arriving in spits and spurts. There have been spring blizzards with accumulating snow. Another part of our spring is fog. It is unusual in Edmonton and could be due to the warming and cooling that has occurred.
In keeping with the slow arrival of spring and the fog, I wrote this poem. When we lived in Prince George, BC, fog was more common. The city is in a valley at the confluence of the Fraser and Nechako Rivers. Edmonton has fog around the North Saskatchewan River, but the valley is not the same.
In Prince George, if I drove out of the bowl, I looked back and saw the fog hanging over the city. Its lines were not clearly drawn, but blurred and uneven.
Look back into the valley’s bowl
The city evaporates,
Gray lines blur my vision.
The road ends at the next curve,
Below, the top of bridges;
Suspended on the still grayness.
Across the rivers,
Mills’ stacks and building tops peek out;
Heads hanging on a gray pillow,
Severed from the city’s body.
Image from A Place for Things is taken in Prince George.
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Edmonton! Interesting. I was just there over Christmas to visit my oldest daughter. Took a lovely trip to Jasper to see the mountains.
We lived about 4 hours west of Jasper, half way between Jasper and Prince George, surrounded by the mountains. It is lovely country.
Surrounded by mountains sounds amazing! ❤
It was for two years. There were many places to hike and just be.
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Thank you for the re-blog Rashid.
How well can one write about fog? Ask this guy and he will you how.
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Thank you. I have read a couple of your posts. There is an everyday quality to them. We each say things that seem inappropriate as we use colliquial languge and idioms.
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Thank you Michael.
Now this seems to be another that fits the Mary Oliver style, it fails the criteria of being perfect in symmetry, but it draws you (me) in by wondering all that is hidden and at the same time it is gorgeous. I’ve never seen fog like that.
I think some of the fog in the bowl is a product of the two rivers. The Fraser is a huge river, flowing many kilometres to the Pacific from its source in the Rockies. The climate is somewhat temperate, so you have warm weather and cold mixing regularly. The other thing is the mills provide a certain amount of material for the fog from their stacks.
Nice post Ivan! Hope you are well!
I am Tim. I hope this finds you doing well.
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Love the sense of fog as a blanket in the photo.
Thank you Donna.