I mentioned in my previous post how after photographing the Morris festivities, I cycled to the park for a cup of tea and a read in beautiful soft, soft, light.
Well this is what it looked like.
I always like to look at people lost in the fog, and trying to imagine that their world is indeed a perpetual gloom of mizzle rather than the relatively clear conditions that they, like I, would be having. Folk were playing football, someone was flying a quadro-copter and children played on the climbing frame, all of them in blurred silhouette, detail washed away by the cloud.
Dogs frolicked as an old man walked by with a stick, like Japanese shadow puppets. Other people walked into the distance and were swallowed up into the gloom as they crossed a sort of climatological event horizon.
It was eerie, and beautiful.
All text and images copyright CreamCrackeredNature 03.11.15
|Sunset over the park|
|Was studying this shot for hints of sunspots|
|The fog rises|
|Couple in the gloom|