FOGGY VISTAS OF THE ANNAPOLIS BASIN

Smith's Cove is a village on the shores of the Annapolis Basin,  a large salt-water bay. From almost anywhere in the village we can see the Digby Gut, (St George's Strait)  the rough water opening from the Annapolis Basin to the Bay of Fundy, the larger body of water beyond us. The Bay of Fundy opens to the Atlantic Ocean.

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Our tiny house sits perched on the side of one of the hills in Smith's Cove. We overlook the Annapolis Basin. From this vantage point, we can watch the ever-changing skyscape, playing our own personal light show of magical colours and shifting shadows.This is most mysterious, and enticing, when it is foggy.

For the past couple of days the Annapolis Basin has been intermittently covered with a blanket of fog. It waxes and wanes as the waves and trees continually toss it back from themselves, 

much as we toss the coverlets off the bed and then pull them back up again.

Carl Sandberg, an American poet, likened fog to cats:

The fog comes

on little cat feet.

It sits looking

over harbor and city

on silent haunches

and then moves on.

What I like is the swirling, cloudy atmosphere with clouds seemingly rising in vertical pipes, while others lie horizontally on the top of the water, or hover just above it.

Some mornings, like today, the colours of what we can see are saturated.

Other mornings, it seems that only a whiff of colour has touched the sky-sea scape.

Because our house is up on the hillside, we are rarely dampened by the fog. Because we are not caught up in the fog, we can appreciate its variegated patterns without feeling its intensity in our home and our bones.

Ever-changing view. This, for me, is the pleasure of living in Smith's Cove.