Tuesday, September 08, 2015

September Fog Wraps the Hills

In September, I sometimes need to remind myself that macro lenses and perfect clarity are not always the way to true seeing and wisdom. A fine smoky fog on the trailing edge of day holds answers of its own, and it has important things to say about how we relate to the great wide world and everything around us.

Fog smooths hillsides and edges, rounds the contours of mountains great and small, drapes trees and fields, holds out in offering a wild, elusive, gossamer magic that one needs sometimes, though she knows it not.

4 comments:

Tabor said...

It is all about balance even in photography and seeing what is in front of us.

teacuplinda said...

Oh yes, thank you for this wisdom, so evocatively photographed and so profoundly and poetically written.

Lilian Nattel said...

Mist is magical.

Shell said...

I love foggy days. They have an otherworldly quality to them.