In the fog

This photo was taken early one morning many years ago when I lived a short block from Green Lake in north Seattle. I could barely see the street I had to cross to reach the lake. I heard car engines in the distance and was guided by the hazy blur of their fog lights. Once on the path, only trees loomed ahead of me and a deep silence.

I was hungry to take a picture, to capture a clear shape in the fog and was surprised suddenly to see other people coming toward me from the gloom.  I thought no one else would be stupid enough to step out into such deep fog.  Silly me.  It’s where we all find ourselves from time to time.

This scene is briefly recreated in chapter eighteen of Turtle Season. I think the image illuminates the sense of discovery and the shock of the unexpected that Anna, the protagonist, experiences in the novel.

I’ve kept this picture close for years. The scene is full of metaphor for me and may be for you as well.  As you look at this photo, know there’s a wonderful lake on the right.  There, but invisible. And the people photographed are all indistinguishable. I’d be curious to hear from anyone who wants to comment on it. Does it tell you a story?


  1. Incredible photo! I remember Green Lake too, although I never saw it like this.

  2. This photo makes me want to lose myself in the fog for a bit. I want to feel the cool damp air on my face while listening to the sounds of nature. Oooo how lovely it must have been walking through that thick blanket of soft grey.

  3. Seeing this beautiful picture and reading your reflection reminds me of my six years in Seattle. Green Lake was the venue for my first twelve mile run. I started off in the warm sun but as the miles ticked by the clouds gradually chased the sun away soon I was running in fog. I was thankful for the light drizzle on my overheated body. I completed the fourth and final lap exhausted but exhilarated. Thanks for stirring that fond memory.

  4. margie Ulmaniec Gustafson ( a North High classmate)

    October 24, 2012 at 11:30 am

    I live 6,000 ft. up in the Big Horn Mountains of Wyoming. Today is a day like your picture. It is so foggy I can not see down the mountain…
    only to the railing of the two story log home where I live. It seems no matter where we live there is always something simular that brings us close. Thank you for sharing your picture. I love the title of your book and also the great cover picture. Just me, Margie

    • Miriam

      October 24, 2012 at 11:53 am

      Thank you Margie for sharing your word picture – it gives me a beautiful image of where you are. Thank you for taking the time to share it with me.

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