Well, I headed out for a quick photo shoot last night.
It was foggy, and I was on a mission. I wanted to take a photo of my son in his Sperry's for a contest.
I took a few. He wasn't impressed. I was :)
He quickly started checking his watch….not that he would start homework if we ran home, (my son the procrastinator with straight A's)…but something must be ever so important in this 15 year old's mind. Something other than Mom photographing his feet.
Why is it ok when he is taking photos of sneakers? Hmmmm...
Ever since I was little, I have been captivated by fog. I can remember walking home alone after baton lessons, savoring the utter peace of it all….the way it enveloped my body and mind in a cocoon.
Of course, my somewhat straight hair also turned delightfully crazy….curls and waves and frizz.
I remember walking slowly…hungry for dinner but not wanting to trade this feeling for the chaos that waited behind the front door.
It was a good chaos, of brothers and sisters and games of hide n' seek, gunfights, and Monopoly….but just the same, it somehow didn't match this place where a dreamer could dream.
gave in to his persistence . No, not so much.
I headed to the lighthouse.
What else would you do on a gorgeous foggy night?
The wide open expanse of the ocean was hidden by a thick white spray of fog.
A fog that made me want to stay a while. The lighthouse stood more majestically this night.
White against white…strength surrounded by uncertainty.
The wind was strong and cold, but the fog masked it, dragging me back to a place of long ago...
…a place of maybes and what ifs.
A place where my mind worked a little faster,
planning and hoping and just knowing that some day….
every piece of the puzzle will fit perfectly...
Fog has that power.
To make you over-think... in a good way….
…and to make you
ignore understand a 15 year old's nagging, roller-coaster of emotions….
Fifteen minutes later the sky cleared to a gorgeous painted sunset.
We were home.
Not doing homework :)