December 21, 2007

Snow fog.

Very foggy today... in the midst of much snow...

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I was driving around...

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Shopping for Christmas...

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But the graves were standing still...

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24 comments:

Trooper York said...

Where you shopping for the Adams family?

Ann Althouse said...

I was stopping by the graveyard on a foggy evening.

Ron said...

moving, gentle images...but if you see any squirrels with glowing red eyes, high tail it back home!

Trooper York said...

You know stealing wreaths from cemeteries to decorate your house is a Brooklyn thing. I didn’t know you did that it in Madison. Cool.

Trooper York said...

Wait a minute. The tombstone in the third photo has the name “Maxine” etched in Etruscan. Creepy!

Paddy O. said...

The ghosts of Christmas future.

reader_iam said...

Oh, lovely!

Further south, here in Davenport, it's been foggy and drippy, not eliminating the snow from last week, but sure making what's left ugly-, if not quite seedy-, looking.

I'd be wishing for a good snow down here for a better visual (and because my son is itching to make snow structures), if we weren't within the week going to be driving cross-country through the Midwest and various mountainous, only semi-southern (in this narrow context) states, there and back again less than a week, on a tight schedule. Which of course means I am hoping ALL wintry-mix weather systems will stall well away from anywhere we might find ourselves, if not in Canada--just to be safe--then, OK, in Madison.


Enjoy! (But I'm jealous.)

reader_iam said...

Hmmm--wonder why I suddenly have this intense urge to watch the 1951 version of "A Christmas Carol"?

LutherM said...

Too bleak. The first thing that came to my mind was the Simon & Garfunkel song
"Cloudy
The sky is gray and white and cloudy,
Sometimes I think its hanging down on me.
And its a hitchhike a hundred miles.
Im a rag-a-muffin child.
Pointed finger-painted smile.
I left my shadow waiting down the road for me a while."

But that's cheerful by comparison.

spudchuker said...

Nice photos. I wondered who the commemorative wreathes were for in the second and fourth shots? I suspect some living get solace when they see their fore bearers with their contemporaries and previous generations of Madisonities in common ground.

ricpic said...

The headless horseman's horse stops short
At the edge of drear plot of graves
And waits there till day to night caves --
Commence dark joy of Ichabod sport!

ricpic said...

The Headless Horseman's horse stops short
At the edge of drear place of graves
And waits there as day to night caves --
Commence dark joy of Ichabod sport!

Trumpit said...

The Addams Family

They're creepy and they're kooky,
Mysterious and spooky,
They're all together ooky,
The Addams Family.

Their house is a museum
Where people come to see 'em
They really are a scream
The Addams Family.

(Neat)
(Sweet)
(Petite)

So get a witches shawl on
A broomstick you can crawl on
We're gonna pay a call on
The Addams Family.

john said...

Scrooge crept toward it, trembling as he went; and following the finger, read upon the stone of the neglected grave his own name...

Awesome pictures.

Wishing you a very Merry Christmas Ann. Thank you for providing this venue.

Ruth Anne Adams said...

Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me.

And revery.

The revery alone will do if bees are few.


I'm having a Dickinson a time getting that right.

Chip Ahoy said...

They look like black and white except for the specks of red. How apt. In the movie Sixth Sense, red signals something weird is about to happen, ghosts will be seen at the next camera angle.

Kev said...

We had something called "freezing fog" here in the Dallas/Ft. Worth area last week. It was more towards the Ft. Worth side, so it didn't affect me personally, but it evidently wreaked havoc on the morning commute over there on that day.

Wait a minute. The tombstone in the third photo has the name “Maxine” etched in Etruscan. Creepy!

As someone whose visits have been scarce lately (due to school stuff and being Net-less for a few days this week), I'd love to know what happened to Maxine and Lucky. Was there a mass banning, or were their exits precipitated by something specific?

rhhardin said...

Fog in Ohio. Dog's feet.

Adjoran said...

Striking shots - nicely done!

However: "But the graves were standing still..."

If you should ever drive past this cemetery and find the graves NOT standing still - step on it!

Omaha1 said...

Though you partake of life and breath
We rest here in the frozen earth
And celebrate the peace of death
While you observe your Savior’s birth

Our quiet bones, beneath the snow
Forswear the warmth of Christmas cheer
Excited children will not know
The love of those who slumber here

When snow and fog their vigil keep
In quiet moments, contemplate
The silence of eternal sleep
Someday will also be your fate.

Trooper York said...

Do you get depressed at Christmas time? Hanging out in the boneyard is not the way to lift the mood ya know. Not many laughs. Try the circus instead. A lot more fun!

Caroline said...

Beautiful, touching photos. Some one noted that the photos look black and white. Walking the dog on a cloudy day at this time of year, is like walking in a black and white world. When you come across a bolt of strong color, it can blow you away with it's stark beauty.

I never appreciated the ordinarily garish looking periwinkle painted house in my neighborhood, until I saw it in its glory on a black & white day. I see it differently now.

Patm said...

Lovely and touching. You're very talented.

Trooper York said...

We can title this "Passing through Ed Wood on a winter evening."