Fog Steals the Show

Fog Steals the Show

A fogbank, colored by the setting sun, hangs over West Penobscot Bay (Photo by Bob Trapani, Jr.)

As my family and I were out and about doing some errands on the evening of July 2, 2011, we noticed that the late afternoon sky was setting up nicely for a possible sunset delight over Rockland Harbor.

High, wispy clouds stretched out across the blue firmament, displaying a delicate texture that seemed perfect for hosting splashes of deep, evening color upon their faces. Given the hopeful scene, we decided to ride over to Rockland Breakwater and wait for sundown’s show.

All the while, an ominous fogbank was holding court on West Penobscot Bay, obscuring the islands to the east and hovering over Owls Head to the southeast.

The fog’s puffy, gray countenance was creating an air of uncertainty in the sky, but its appetite for devouring clear visibility seemed momentarily satisfied as it stood-off the harbor.

The wispy fingers of the fog

The wispy fingers of the fog threaten to blot out the sun (Photo by Nina Trapani)

We didn’t get more than a quarter-mile out the breakwater before the towering wall of vapor lurched forward once again from the south, rolling steadily in over the last vestiges of sparkling water.

The ever-advancing fog showed no restraint for gobbling up clear skies and was seemingly on the offensive in seeking a showdown with the sun to see who would rule during the moment of twilight.

Such action, unfolding right before our eyes, suddenly took center stage. Would the sun be able to dip below the horizon before the menacing fogbank could obscure its splendor from reigning in the sky?

The race was on!

In truce-like fashion, just before the fog blotted out the entire sky, it stopped its relentless advance, as if to kindly permit the great luminary a chance to bid the day adieu in proper fashion.

The fog steals the show

The fog ended up stealing the show at sunset (Photo by Bob Trapani, Jr.)

With a misty curtain of vapor draped around it, the sun took its final bow, but in the end, the day-star was suddenly not the focus. Laden heavy with moisture, the fogbank first absorbed the sun’s radiance and served as an unlikely canvas for color to reflect and dance upon its somber face.

The fog’s gray countenance seemed to smile in a playful manner as the atmosphere basked in a moment of royal grandeur.

Though this gorgeous scene was fleeting, we walked back to our vehicle marveling at how the fog, which is not normally known for its cheery disposition, ended up stealing the show at sundown. Who would have thought!

Halo of orange

A halo of orange marks the outer reaches of the fog (Photo by Bob Trapani, Jr.)

The water took on the mysterious mood of the fog

The water took on the mysterious mood of the fog (Photo by Dominic Trapani)


Contrasts on the western horizon (Photo by Bob Trapani, Jr.)

Edge of the vapor canvas

Edge of the vapor canvas (Photo by Bob Trapani, Jr.)

A sunset surprise

A sunset surprise (Photo by Ann-Marie Trapani)

Rockland Breakwater Light

Rockland Breakwater Light sent out its guiding beam in the fog once the sun set (Photo by Ann-Marie Trapani)