FOG
“I like the muted sounds, the shroud of grey, and the silence that comes with fog.”
— Om Malik
Sometimes the fog sneaks up and sometimes I seek it. To step out of my car into the silence is always sublime.
A familiar place is transformed into mystery.
I find peace in the quiet of the moment, connected with nature. It feels like the photographs are there waiting for me to take them. And so I do, when I can, on certain days in certain seasons, when the fog settles around us.
