tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836198539158358199.post6936832270504504634..comments2024-03-13T22:27:07.436-06:00Comments on light-in-leaves: I haven't the foggiest, FoggMarilynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17085334272613025173noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836198539158358199.post-60313284332129180402016-02-26T00:59:05.530-07:002016-02-26T00:59:05.530-07:00That shot of the temple. I laughed. It looks jus...That shot of the temple. I laughed. It looks just like my testimony. Just like my comprehension. And that makes me happy. It may not be clear and detailed, but it's still beautiful.Khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02040714440875408436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836198539158358199.post-62703846914201327842016-02-20T19:03:17.873-07:002016-02-20T19:03:17.873-07:00Haha. Yes. I think my mom was very sweet and hugge...Haha. Yes. I think my mom was very sweet and hugged me and probably laugh cried at my predicament then drove me to school herself. Nancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03045958241240870948noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836198539158358199.post-21073912908666750882016-02-20T15:11:34.436-07:002016-02-20T15:11:34.436-07:00Your fog story freaks ME out! Did you ever make it...Your fog story freaks ME out! Did you ever make it to school at all? Poor little lamb.Marilynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17085334272613025173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836198539158358199.post-73448993963892350142016-02-17T21:32:22.214-07:002016-02-17T21:32:22.214-07:00I love these fog pictures so much, and I love fog ...I love these fog pictures so much, and I love fog too. Everything does seem so mystical and other worldly. We kept driving through patches of it on our way to Bear Lake Friday night. The cars coming towards us would just look like these round balls of light -- bright in the middle surrounded by a hazy outer circle. Also patches of fog (like the ones that settle more thickly in low spots in roads, etc.) always make me think of "hot steams" in To Kill a Mockingbird. Lost, wandering souls out to take mine too. Haha. Lastly, one time in Kindergarten I began walking to school in some fog. I couldn't see the school at all. I kept walking thinking it would materialize, but my steps got slower and slower and more and more uncertain as it failed to until finally I turned and fled home in terror. Nancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03045958241240870948noreply@blogger.com