We have been bathed in fog lately.
I heard this was coming.
As a photographer, I love fog. I love the mystical, moodiness it brings.
I love how it calms the mind. It encourages you to reflect, to look inward. But, also, to see the outside world through a new lens.
Sounds amplify. Smells seem to heighten.
My home is nestled in a valley two miles from the ocean. Come summer, my life will be fog.
But, lately, I have had a preview.
It's a white out at home and just over the hill, there is bright sun. Two completely different worlds.
Do you remember those grainy, foggy shots I took in Alaska with my point and shoot? Of my friend Will sailing his boat across the soupy bay to visit. That image is forever burned into my memory.
I also adore all things nautical. My father was a sailor and I once was one too. I don't sail much anymore but I love to shoot seafaring things so I woke with the first bird song and headed to Tomales Bay to see what I could capture.
All was quiet, the only others awake where the men harvesting oysters from the oyster farms. Birds were fishing. And boats were sitting majestically on top of the glass like water.
I was going to spend my 3 days off, on a trip, perhaps Yosemite. But when I realized it was Spring Break, I decided to stay close to home. I had never ventured past Marshall on Highway One and it is amazing.
Alongside the bay, the lands were all pastoral, my other favorite. Reminiscent of Basque land, fields of sheep, cloudy skies, and sea salt air. I have always had this dream to be a Shepard. To walk through open lands with my flock, to be outdoors always, living a humble life.
I am writing a blog post immediately as it is pouring now and I am headed to the Japanese Enzyme Baths (more on that in another blog) for the spa junkie in me. And I just loved these photos so much, I wanted to post them–instablog!