Photographs in the Fog: Haven’t picked up a fly rod in two weeks. That’s a long time for me; but at this point I’m still on the road and will be until next week. No, I’m not complaining, mind you. Its giving me a chance to look around at the world.
Here in Haddam, Connecticut, yesterday morning held heavy fog. It draped the woods around the house in a muted veil. And out my window sat a soft and silent world. The tree’s leafless limbs, barren from winter, painted patterns across the sky, the intricacy of their lines filled with energy and emotion. It jogged my memory, bringing to mind Paul Caponigro’s photographs. I had seen an exhibit of his work in Hartford, many years ago. Working solely in black & white, Caponigro frequently utilized the fog to reveal his affinity for the natural world.
Feeling the urge to take images of my own, I put down my coffee, picked up the only camera I had – my cell phone – and walked outside. Dressed in t-shirt and boxer shorts, I wasn’t prepared to go far. Yet fortunately for me the nearby woods had much to offer. Quickly I took several photographs in the fog, each time pointing my cell phone upwards to capture the surrounding trees.
Later I viewed the images on my laptop; I was pleased with them. They seemed to capture that moment in time, perfectly recording what I had felt and seen. Yes, cameras truly can be a mirror with a memory. Hope you’re pleased with these images too.