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A blurry day
I love fog! I love how it blurs and distorts what we’re familiar with, how it makes everything seem quieter, and how it hides things that are otherwise very close.
But after a few hours, I am ready for the sun to come back out.
Sweetwater, Texas
photographed 2.23.2018
Midway (gone away), 1
A foggy day, an abandoned drive-in theater: how could it get any better? Well, having a camera would make it better. How fortunate that I did have one on hand…
Midway Drive-In
Sweetwater, Texas
photographed 2.23.2018
No reason, maybe, for pink
From a distance, looming through the fog, we could see that pink rectangle. Gradually its building started to appear.
Lower Argyle, Nova Scotia
photographed 7.30.2015
Shimmering Curtain
I really don’t do well in groups, which you’ve probably already figured out.
So this may not surprise you. There was a woman in our group in London who got on my very last nerve. She was good, too: she didn’t gradually have that effect on me. It was instant, from the very first time she spoke.
Then, later, on the bus, just after I made this photo, she tapped me on the shoulder to explain how my picture wouldn’t work, that it would only show foggy windows and nothing else. A regular photo critic, she was.
Anyway, it looks like she was right, and I’m being far to harsh about the situation. That shouldn’t surprise you, either.
London, UK
photographed 6.6.2017
Breakfast run, in the fog
Around here, a foggy morning is sort of a treat. I had my camera with me because I had plans to get some photos along the route to work. This one wasn’t in the original plan, and I saw it at the very last minute before the light changed and traffic started to move. In fact, there wasn’t even enough time to roll down the window, which explains some of the odd, ghosty things in the image. At least, I think that explains them…
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 3.16.2017
One Day | One Image 