If I would be a poet or words would come easier to me, I would make a poem about fog. Over the years of doing landscape photography, fog has been a companion. I love it because it’s ephemeral at times, it blurs out the distractions and allows me to see one single thing at a time. I watch it dance, fade, regroup. It evokes a sense of the earth breathing deeply, with no hurry, inviting me to simply admire its temporary beauty.
I hope you enjoy this selection I made for you this week. Click link to see the pictures.
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