50% opacity in photoshop
in the mornings on the lake
makes it hard to see when driving
hard to make in cinema 4d
can be very beautiful in the morning
hot and cold temperatures mixing?
emily smith
…the fog was gray, and moist on my damp face as I fleed down the dark street. I breath it in as I run, suddenly its all I see. It cools my green eyes and my tears flow.
breeze
ships flail wildly and emanate
deeply and throaty.
london is still sleeping
and it will never wake from its sleeping beauty slumber.
there is no prince.
tristan verse
wow, this is amazing and i think i see a frog and it has rabies or whatever.
let’s start over, i’m writing song lyrics now,
i’m gonna make alot of typo’s of course,
now what’s the point in this?
oh yeah, just write… no thinking… yeah.
haha, i’m starting to get bored, i think i’m just writing my thoughts now… awesome,
yeah, so… there was no frog.
never a frog to begin with,
just random crap.
JESIKA HELMS!
<33
jesika
fog consumed us all. we saw nothing. we felt nothing but the cool air surrounding us. we went on… we moved on.
asdjfk
cold an holding on to you tight. all around you making you feel more mystical like there is something wonderful behind it. hiding from you, all you need to do is let yourself find it, there is true beauty behind the fog
michael landis
thick smelly fog from the see. smothering everything. no spectacle. no clarity. no relief. out of your league with sogb
davie stevens
the grayness of the road enveloped my car as i drove through, slowly. the headlights seem to become swallowed up. disappearing entirely after 2 feet. and yet i was not scared – in fact, i was enthralled. the unknown. it is not scary. it is full of possibility. it is FULL OF POSITIVE POTENTIAL. insha’Allah!
Anjum
I stumbled through the morning fog running away from the silent assassin. He was gaining ground becoming ever so close. I could hear him breathing, the sound of his feet clicking on the concrete as he became more than just a speckled image on the horizon. I stopped abruptly, spinning around to face him while simultaneously drawing my katana.
Bobby Fischer
The fog descended so slowly, they barely noticed it until it had surrounded them and cut them off from the hills around. They held hands and continued to chatter on in order to keep their rising sense of unease at bay.
tinsenpup
the fog began to roll in around four o’clock. i watched it from the window of my tiny apartment as it slowly wrapped itself around the city like a huge gray blanket. it crawled between the tighly packed buildings, taking care to fill all the empty spaces.
ad finem
it rolled in not evenly but with shudders as if there were a large body inside rolling around as if it were a quilt, a fluffy quilt, but this was menacing, as if it would be a dirty sweaty unshaven giant coming at me with yellowed broken fingernails
John Shanahan
and so the fog itwirled and tinded with little frongs and fairies and everything was happy but then there was some thicker fog and a sort of mis which is really the same thing but the frogs were allergic and the faeries never saw the little amphibians again.
Silent Orosco
very very hard to see through this kind of thing. its like a confusion that comes over your mind. it restricts visibility. you know that your mind is not playing games when you feel the fog. i mean, you can feel the humidity, and the weather conditions.
Zara
It’s been very foggy lately. My mind, that is. Sometimes I feel like I’m misinterpreting the signs, that the so-called fog is clouding my thoughts, and making them impossible to discern, and other times I try to find the lighthouse guiding me back to rational thinking.
Kaitlyn R.
The fog in the morning. It drifts silently from the tips of the ever-green grass. The dampness has a certain smell to it. It’s the smell of a new day. Will this fog bring a good day? Or is it the beginning of the worst day of your life? Fog is tricky. But if you listen to it, it can give you many answers.
Karin
so creepy and eerie. It makes me frightened to go out at night or even in the early morning. I fear that someone could come out from anywhere. Once the fogs starts to disappear I realize all of the things that are wonderful around me that I can see once again.
roshelle
i like fog very much, it calms me down greatly. If i could, i would spread fog all around the world all day every day. Fog is absolutely amazing in every way. Its beautiful and hides the world in a fantastic way. Mer mer mer mer mer. Fog is awesome shit yo.
Breanne Rose
Fog is foggy. How else do you explain it ? Its just a weird form of water. Mysterious. Foreboding at times. Mystic. What lies behind it?
Laura Fitz
i love fog it makes me feel like i’m in a horror movie. When its foggy out i secretly hope for zombies. It probably wouldn’t be that cool.
Sundance Kid
Our perception is more clouded than we would like to believe… The deepest fog is the mental one that enshrouds your thoughts in a wall of vapor, and it is this which holds our relationhips at ransom.
Benjamin Cole
as i walked out of my bedroom, into my all glass kitchen, i noticed a menacing fog in the distance.
the fog approached my house, and i suddenly began feeling cold and dead. someone had taken my soul, and i shall never feel again.
LAAWWWWLL
In what short time we have on earth we seem to stumble endlessly through a fog. It’s only when we grasp the hand of another. Special and caring that we get some clarity and in doing so are able to see our path.
Chris Welch
i could sense the road that i walked on, so many times before, become foggy. there was no particular place to go, but feel around everywhere. my hands, feeling around like a blind person. where was i headed? where was my future? i was so lost, and the fog, my confusion…
puneet
It was dark and foggy that night. You couldn’t see five feet in front of you. The air was chilly and you could not help but wonder how you
erle
can’t see the road for the fog. my brain can’t think through the things it needs to conemplate because of the fog. in the morning as i walked to school i went through a patch of fog which transformed me into another place. each time i think i am lost it is just the fog in the way.
iplayslide
it was very foggy out at the lake today. I didnt think that I should go out in my canoe with my little sister. I didn’t want to get lost and not be able to find my way back to the shore, as this would not be a very good turn of events for the day. we decided to go back home and watch a movie instead.
Tanya
driving through the fog was like attempting to drive through butter… the thick dense white mist hung in the air… it rolled over the hills like a dog rolls in a pile of shit, happily and all encompasing.
Asterope
The fog was so thick I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face. I had to drive in this mess. How in the world was I ever going to do it? I couldn’t see the road, any tail lights in front of me or lights on the side of the road. I was so scared.
Cheri
I don’t think I like fog. It makes me feel like I will die because I can’t see anything and so I will fall and that will be the end. But it would be a pretty epic way to go. Maybe I will survive the fog. I don’t see it very much anyway. Life is that way. Never see what you’re scared of.
sunny
Covering everything. Keeping me from you. Hurting my head. Keeping me in one place. Can’t wait for it to clear.
Jordyn
so, we were standing there, still and silent , until we noticed it creeping into our space, that slow and milky dew, making its way int the clear night, we felt the coolness n our legs and smiled
Heather Mattoon
misty mysterious fog poured in through my slightly ajar window. i peered curiously at it as i continued to brush the tangles out of my damp hair. in the next room my cat, tommy, meowed loudly–a verbal protest against the new food i was serving her as of late. the fog quickly thickened.
hollie
i stood there and it glimmered, i wonder what was beyond it, maybe a frog, or a fox, or a naked woman? I dont know, but it could possibly be a scary gangster ready to rape me.
clarrissa
ah yes, the london fog.
Do they have a monopoly on fog? Could they export some of their fog? Why should they horde it all?
Fog is a dwindling resource. Save the fog.
Grant Gieseke
Fog, haze. Blah. I love the stuff, but why do they pick such a word? Dreams all are placed in the fog. Things you’ll never see happen.
Meeghan
The fog was as thick as the moustache under his nose. And just as gray. He was too old for this. Too old to be standing aroun, waiting for shit to happen. Too old to care if shit DID happen. There were worse things than dying alone. He could ALREADY be dead, after all.
Sydnee
the fogy shadows overlaid the land in a fervert of inequality. the government is such a fog it covers our eyes so we cannot see the inequalities right in front of our eyes. done i cant wait for my girl friend to come over
andrew k
it’s a strong thick mist that absolutely devours you as it swirls about you. It can come in the form of a noxious smoggy gas, one that lies over a city for instance, or as a soft drizzly condensation due to rapid cooling and heat.It rocks if you don’t get scared of ghosts. Otherwise it can suck. Like at school.
laurian
log on a dog its fog in a bog there’s no smog where’s there’s frogs living under dead logs. I don’t write any blogs I just sit on this log and write on my laptop about thick, white, freezing cold fog – on a log
50% opacity in photoshop
in the mornings on the lake
makes it hard to see when driving
hard to make in cinema 4d
can be very beautiful in the morning
hot and cold temperatures mixing?
…the fog was gray, and moist on my damp face as I fleed down the dark street. I breath it in as I run, suddenly its all I see. It cools my green eyes and my tears flow.
ships flail wildly and emanate
deeply and throaty.
london is still sleeping
and it will never wake from its sleeping beauty slumber.
there is no prince.
wow, this is amazing and i think i see a frog and it has rabies or whatever.
let’s start over, i’m writing song lyrics now,
i’m gonna make alot of typo’s of course,
now what’s the point in this?
oh yeah, just write… no thinking… yeah.
haha, i’m starting to get bored, i think i’m just writing my thoughts now… awesome,
yeah, so… there was no frog.
never a frog to begin with,
just random crap.
JESIKA HELMS!
<33
fog consumed us all. we saw nothing. we felt nothing but the cool air surrounding us. we went on… we moved on.
cold an holding on to you tight. all around you making you feel more mystical like there is something wonderful behind it. hiding from you, all you need to do is let yourself find it, there is true beauty behind the fog
thick smelly fog from the see. smothering everything. no spectacle. no clarity. no relief. out of your league with sogb
the grayness of the road enveloped my car as i drove through, slowly. the headlights seem to become swallowed up. disappearing entirely after 2 feet. and yet i was not scared – in fact, i was enthralled. the unknown. it is not scary. it is full of possibility. it is FULL OF POSITIVE POTENTIAL. insha’Allah!
I stumbled through the morning fog running away from the silent assassin. He was gaining ground becoming ever so close. I could hear him breathing, the sound of his feet clicking on the concrete as he became more than just a speckled image on the horizon. I stopped abruptly, spinning around to face him while simultaneously drawing my katana.
The fog descended so slowly, they barely noticed it until it had surrounded them and cut them off from the hills around. They held hands and continued to chatter on in order to keep their rising sense of unease at bay.
the fog began to roll in around four o’clock. i watched it from the window of my tiny apartment as it slowly wrapped itself around the city like a huge gray blanket. it crawled between the tighly packed buildings, taking care to fill all the empty spaces.
it rolled in not evenly but with shudders as if there were a large body inside rolling around as if it were a quilt, a fluffy quilt, but this was menacing, as if it would be a dirty sweaty unshaven giant coming at me with yellowed broken fingernails
and so the fog itwirled and tinded with little frongs and fairies and everything was happy but then there was some thicker fog and a sort of mis which is really the same thing but the frogs were allergic and the faeries never saw the little amphibians again.
very very hard to see through this kind of thing. its like a confusion that comes over your mind. it restricts visibility. you know that your mind is not playing games when you feel the fog. i mean, you can feel the humidity, and the weather conditions.
It’s been very foggy lately. My mind, that is. Sometimes I feel like I’m misinterpreting the signs, that the so-called fog is clouding my thoughts, and making them impossible to discern, and other times I try to find the lighthouse guiding me back to rational thinking.
The fog in the morning. It drifts silently from the tips of the ever-green grass. The dampness has a certain smell to it. It’s the smell of a new day. Will this fog bring a good day? Or is it the beginning of the worst day of your life? Fog is tricky. But if you listen to it, it can give you many answers.
so creepy and eerie. It makes me frightened to go out at night or even in the early morning. I fear that someone could come out from anywhere. Once the fogs starts to disappear I realize all of the things that are wonderful around me that I can see once again.
i like fog very much, it calms me down greatly. If i could, i would spread fog all around the world all day every day. Fog is absolutely amazing in every way. Its beautiful and hides the world in a fantastic way. Mer mer mer mer mer. Fog is awesome shit yo.
Fog is foggy. How else do you explain it ? Its just a weird form of water. Mysterious. Foreboding at times. Mystic. What lies behind it?
i love fog it makes me feel like i’m in a horror movie. When its foggy out i secretly hope for zombies. It probably wouldn’t be that cool.
Our perception is more clouded than we would like to believe… The deepest fog is the mental one that enshrouds your thoughts in a wall of vapor, and it is this which holds our relationhips at ransom.
as i walked out of my bedroom, into my all glass kitchen, i noticed a menacing fog in the distance.
the fog approached my house, and i suddenly began feeling cold and dead. someone had taken my soul, and i shall never feel again.
In what short time we have on earth we seem to stumble endlessly through a fog. It’s only when we grasp the hand of another. Special and caring that we get some clarity and in doing so are able to see our path.
i could sense the road that i walked on, so many times before, become foggy. there was no particular place to go, but feel around everywhere. my hands, feeling around like a blind person. where was i headed? where was my future? i was so lost, and the fog, my confusion…
It was dark and foggy that night. You couldn’t see five feet in front of you. The air was chilly and you could not help but wonder how you
can’t see the road for the fog. my brain can’t think through the things it needs to conemplate because of the fog. in the morning as i walked to school i went through a patch of fog which transformed me into another place. each time i think i am lost it is just the fog in the way.
it was very foggy out at the lake today. I didnt think that I should go out in my canoe with my little sister. I didn’t want to get lost and not be able to find my way back to the shore, as this would not be a very good turn of events for the day. we decided to go back home and watch a movie instead.
driving through the fog was like attempting to drive through butter… the thick dense white mist hung in the air… it rolled over the hills like a dog rolls in a pile of shit, happily and all encompasing.
The fog was so thick I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face. I had to drive in this mess. How in the world was I ever going to do it? I couldn’t see the road, any tail lights in front of me or lights on the side of the road. I was so scared.
I don’t think I like fog. It makes me feel like I will die because I can’t see anything and so I will fall and that will be the end. But it would be a pretty epic way to go. Maybe I will survive the fog. I don’t see it very much anyway. Life is that way. Never see what you’re scared of.
Covering everything. Keeping me from you. Hurting my head. Keeping me in one place. Can’t wait for it to clear.
so, we were standing there, still and silent , until we noticed it creeping into our space, that slow and milky dew, making its way int the clear night, we felt the coolness n our legs and smiled
misty mysterious fog poured in through my slightly ajar window. i peered curiously at it as i continued to brush the tangles out of my damp hair. in the next room my cat, tommy, meowed loudly–a verbal protest against the new food i was serving her as of late. the fog quickly thickened.
i stood there and it glimmered, i wonder what was beyond it, maybe a frog, or a fox, or a naked woman? I dont know, but it could possibly be a scary gangster ready to rape me.
ah yes, the london fog.
Do they have a monopoly on fog? Could they export some of their fog? Why should they horde it all?
Fog is a dwindling resource. Save the fog.
Fog, haze. Blah. I love the stuff, but why do they pick such a word? Dreams all are placed in the fog. Things you’ll never see happen.
The fog was as thick as the moustache under his nose. And just as gray. He was too old for this. Too old to be standing aroun, waiting for shit to happen. Too old to care if shit DID happen. There were worse things than dying alone. He could ALREADY be dead, after all.
the fogy shadows overlaid the land in a fervert of inequality. the government is such a fog it covers our eyes so we cannot see the inequalities right in front of our eyes. done i cant wait for my girl friend to come over
it’s a strong thick mist that absolutely devours you as it swirls about you. It can come in the form of a noxious smoggy gas, one that lies over a city for instance, or as a soft drizzly condensation due to rapid cooling and heat.It rocks if you don’t get scared of ghosts. Otherwise it can suck. Like at school.
log on a dog its fog in a bog there’s no smog where’s there’s frogs living under dead logs. I don’t write any blogs I just sit on this log and write on my laptop about thick, white, freezing cold fog – on a log