D. C. Elliott
Fog rolling into Halifax Harbour
It was a strange afternoon. We were sweltering in the city, yet a few minutes drive along the coast we came to the fog and the temperature plummeted about 10 degrees. The bank of fog would advance and recede like the waves of water and one would be in bright sunlight one moment and shrouded in cold clammy fog the next. It was like standing in a no-mans-land battleground between the forces of sea and shore. When I took this photo, the forces of the shore had made an advance and sun was bringing sparkles from the waves and the wet granite of this exposed section of coast.
Fog rolling into Halifax Harbour
It was a strange afternoon. We were sweltering in the city, yet a few minutes drive along the coast we came to the fog and the temperature plummeted about 10 degrees. The bank of fog would advance and recede like the waves of water and one would be in bright sunlight one moment and shrouded in cold clammy fog the next. It was like standing in a no-mans-land battleground between the forces of sea and shore. When I took this photo, the forces of the shore had made an advance and sun was bringing sparkles from the waves and the wet granite of this exposed section of coast.