Chasing Fog

I had said it at the very beginning of the summer. If it’s foggy and you’re awake, call. Wake me up. It doesn’t matter.

The day finally came and I could feel it. I had already picked up my phone when it rang and five-thirty was already running late and I was staring out the window cursing in awe and knocking things over in that clumsy haste that comes before you’ve put your contacts in.  We threw everything into the car in a big pile.  Every camera, tripod, film holder.

I still haven’t seen the real pictures but the air was so hot that day, the fog lifted itself and nestled back down again in waves of hot, humid air, sparkling in the sunbeams that tried so hard to force their way through.  We shot and shot until it was time for work and we nearly missed breakfast.

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Here is the first 4×5 I ever took, which I recently got developed and scanned.  It kind of fits in this group, I think.

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