Why is fog so intriguing? I hate to drive in it. It makes life miserable, yet when it rolls in I am the first one out to photograph it!
On my last trip into the Stanley Basin, before the snow flew, I was treated to for every morning. It was beautiful. I awoke before sunrise and headed from camp toward Stanley Lake. As we descended into the valley, a thick layer of fog met us. The further we went, the thicker it became. Photographing on the fringes was incredible, but as we drove into the thick of it, it became so dense that it was impossible to see anything. This image is just as we hit the edge of it, looking downstream towards Stanley.
The fog creates a depth in a photograph that cannot be obtained any other way. There is also a mysteriousness about an image made in the fog. You cannot see clearly what is in the distance, and at least for me, it leaves me wondering what is hidden in the unseen depths of the photograph. I search and search, unable to make out what is there.
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