The magical qualities of fog.

Posted on Sep 4, 2012 | 2 comments

The magical qualities of fog.

There is something about a foggy morning that always makes me contemplative. I remember waking up as a child to find that the neighborhood was covered in fog; every morning like this always seemed like a magical one to me. I knew the fog would only last for a few hours, but during that time, everything that was familiar became more mysterious. It was an elusive substance; fog. I spent many childhood hours chasing after it on foot or bike, never able to succeed in catching it. Finally, I resolved to embrace it, letting it do its work to change the familiar into the unknown, if only for a few hours at a time. I still enjoy waking up to find my environment bathed in haziness. This morning was one of those delightful mornings, and I couldn’t resist taking a short walk through the fog, enjoying the fresh, damp feeling upon my skin and trying to capture it with my camera.

 This photo is of the church near our house. It usually gives me a bright and happy feeling but today, wrapped in gloomy fog and ringing out its low and steady assurance of the hour, it possessed a mysterious and foreboding quality.

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  • http://www.rovingwanderer.com Jasmine

    I’ve always loved fog, something so mysterious and otherworldy about it. Makes me think that once I get to the other side of the fog I’ll be in another world

    • http://www.oppositeocean.com/ Leah

      Ah, so I’m not alone in enjoyment of fog. I love how it makes me feel that reality has changed into fiction for a little while…