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“When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.” – Ansel Adams
And, there is silence standing in an open field shrouded with fog. One of the perks of life.
“For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.” ~Edwin Way Teale
Most photographers think of the Fall season as an opportunity for capturing the changing colors of the trees or watching leaves as they flutter to the ground. It is also the season for harvesting and preparing for the coming of winter as well as a time when our mornings turn colder, frost turns the landscape a pale shade of white and fog delays the warming rays of the sun. To me that’s a good time to be out with a camera in hand.
It was a cold morning, 33 degrees with the humidity at 89% and clear skies. Perfect time to head out east for Autumn images. Five miles out and I can see the fog shrouded around the trees. My mind is racing to come up with a location to setup and shoot. I turned south on County Road 13 heading for a cattail pond. But, as I get there the fog looks more appealing so I move on farther. It was a good decision. Nature was showing off giving me glimpses of the ghostly trees, frost on the fences and the sun intermittently peaking through the fog. Another good morning to be out.
Woke up the other morning to foggy conditions which we don’t have very often. So, went out and wandered through it. It’s one of those events in nature that must be experienced and not just observed through a window. Invigorating. Serene. Eerie. Magical. It was a good way to start the day.
These are the two trees I’ve happily photographed this past sumer. The crops surrounding them have been harvested. The leaves have begun to drop exposing bare branches. The Rocky Mountains are hidden in the background by the morning fog. What a glorious morning it was. I’m grateful for this morning experience and look forward to many more.
“A planet this gorgeous is required for the emotional, aesthetic, and intellectual development of the human. Without such magnificence we would not be able to bring forth any sublime expression of what it is to be alive or to experience fully the delight in the life that is presently available to us.”
Thomas Berry
And beautiful it is! Happy Monday!
It feels strange and awkward to sit here in front of my laptop with an intent to write. I’ve just not had any inclination to post thoughts, ideas or images. The desire to log on to anything just hasn’t has not been there so the computer has sat dormant a lot. This has been good as I’ve felt controlled by the need to post, write and all of your blogs. Forcing myself will not cut the mustard.
I have been on the go a lot lately. Seems like I come home do my laundry then always pack my clean underwear back in my roller-board for the next trip. Never use my dresser any more. The reality is I have not had a dresser since I moved back out here.
Anyway here is a shot from our hotel in San Francisco looking out over the Bay. You can faintly see an airplane coming in for a landing where the horizon meets the leaning tree.