Spent Saturday morning up at Lackawanna State Park, lost in one of the thickest fogs I can remember having seen in a while. The lost part is, of course, more about my state of mind than any lack of physical orientation, which I figure is a better kind of lost all around. It’s comforting in a way, being able to feel the natural world around me that thickly.
It’s also the easiest way to return to a familiar location and find it completely changed. In the fog, even the familiar becomes difficult to recognize; you lose most of your sense of depth and distance, contrast fades, and as the fog moves you’ll find that things appear and vanish again without warning.
I guess the trick to shooting in the fog is to roll with the punches. The exposure is thrown off by the fog, so you’re constantly making decisions about how you’re going to render the scene. Expose for the fog? White or gray? Or expose for the subject itself? On the one hand shooting in the fog is more demanding, but on the other it can offer a lot more artistic freedom.
Mostly I wandered. I worked more with trees, since the way they rise through the mist is interesting. I’m very happy with how some of these turned out. They capture that cold, damp, autumn morning feeling that is so much a part of how I conceptualize the season.
This last shot was a bit of an experiment, a “what if” image. Looking across the lake near the east shore docks, the other side was barely visible, just a few trees standing through the thinner sections of mist. I wasn’t sure there was really enough to make a photo with, but the focus was able to lock on so I shot a couple of different exposures. Just to see.
I’m not sure how I feel about it, if it’s really minimalist or just not quite workable. I don’t love it the way I do some of the morning’s other images, but it was still a good experiment.