“Sometimes we need the fog to remind ourselves that all of life is not black and white.”
Jonathan Lockwood Huie
As night gives way to the new day, a dense fog settles upon the ponds. The naked branches of the trees of winter penetrate into the dense vapor of the fog. As I look for a scene that intrigues me my attention is drawn to the branches which are now filled with the soothing music of hundreds of starlings. Then, abruptly silence, until they begin the next chorus. And in that moment of silence I hear my breathing, notice the almost complete stillness, and feel the penetrating cold and moisture rich air. With the fog hiding the sun’s bright light, shadows are absent and gray dominates the scene. Then I set up my tripod and look for a composition as any good photographer would do, noting that not all photographs need to be color or black and white. A foggy morning can prove that.
2 Comments
Rebecca Charese Jones
How beautiful, so descriptive. It was like I was standing right there with you. Thank you for sharing your experience in such an expressive way.
Monte Stevens
Thank you, my friend, and I’m glad you were able to join me.