Yesterday I awoke to a rare treat — a cool, foggy morning. For me, there is a special stillness and quietness that settles over the landscape when everything is shrouded with a soft blanket of fog . I found myself walking quietly so as not to disturb the air and the peacefulness that surrounded me. And because it was an early Saturday morning, the usual hustle and bustle of work routines were non-existent with few people out and about. Since moving to Minnesota I’ve realized that fog is one of the atmospheric conditions of the Pacific Northwest that I miss. As I was photographing this scene, I was reminded of the beginning of Carl Sandburg’s poem “Fog” where he writes “The fog comes on little cat feet.” It moves in quietly, settles, and then travels on. And as was the case yesterday, the sun and heat of summer eventually broke through the fog and we returned to blue sky and bright sunshine.
Thanks for the beautiful shot. Any suggestions for shooting fog?
I too spent some time in the Pacific NW and miss days of endless morning.
Thanks, Don. I appreciate your comment about “endless morning.” I’ve found two things to be important when photographing fog. The first is to generally eliminate the sky from the image. Otherwise you have a space of “nothingness” which tends to draw the eye away from the subject and fills the frame with “medium gray.” The second is to remember that fog is light in color, so often you have to adjust your exposure so the image isn’t rendered too dark. With those things in mind, the fog gives a wonderful soft light to everything, so you don’t have to worry about blowing out the shadows or having areas of high contrast. Happy photographing!
Yes, a NW image. The trees give away the space, but almost Wright Park. Thank you for your images on each week. It give a jump start.
Lovely- Cant wait to see you and Greg this weekend. Hope your week goes smoothly…
Beautiful picture like a dream