held breaths
There is something about fog and mist that stops me in my tracks and convinces me, quite thoroughly, to be still. And to breathe, and to open my eyes and ears and senses. It's a quiet settling of all the brain's buzzing about past and present and to-do and worry-about into a sharp and wide-eyed awareness regarding the here and now.
The same effect happens to me when snow is falling, regardless of the place, though that quiet reverence is best experienced in the woods as well.
Image made with my Hasselblad 500 C/M.
held breaths
There is something about fog and mist that stops me in my tracks and convinces me, quite thoroughly, to be still. And to breathe, and to open my eyes and ears and senses. It's a quiet settling of all the brain's buzzing about past and present and to-do and worry-about into a sharp and wide-eyed awareness regarding the here and now.
The same effect happens to me when snow is falling, regardless of the place, though that quiet reverence is best experienced in the woods as well.
Image made with my Hasselblad 500 C/M.