In the early morning, a fine mist often lies over water and land.
My friend and neighbor John Johnson captured fishermen on a Michigan Lake.
In New Mexico, my friend Ginger Vary photographed Sandhill cranes migrating back north.
The next picture shows my own attempt at imaging early morning mist in northern Michigan. My photo lacks action – no people, no animals. All it shows is a rising strip of mist beyond the road.
What is it about early morning light that attracts photographers?
Birgit:
Get these people signed up.
Your image is animated nonetheless.
John and Ginger, did you read what Jay said?
Thanks for your kind comment. I think mist is a fanciful filter and love to use it with my photographs. I can feel the cool mist when I look at the fishermen on Lake Mich. Mist for me activates another “sense” when I look at a photo
and brings me into the art.
Ginger,
Do you think that the magic of the mist is its evanescent, ephemeral, fleeting property or do you think there is something else too?
it is a transcent moment but for me more a mood…feeling of being detatched …guess I really don’t know. when I look at the photos like the fisherman it is more than seeing…I can feel the cold mist, hear the silence etc. etc.
The morning mist definitely gives you a feeling of solitude and tranquility, and you are right, Birgit, in that it does capture a fleeting moment. Soon the sun burns through to transform the solitude into churning water and howling jet-skis.
Mist seems to add an element of mystery, especially when it might be obscuring something. The only normal landscape photo I “voluntarily” made (there were several forced snapshots) was for the sake of the mist and cloud. The scene was also picturesque on a clear day, but I wasn’t drawn to photograph it.
¡Preciosas!
La que más me ha impactado: la primera, la barca con las siluetas de los pescadores sobre el lago.
La bruma desdibuja la escena y sin embargo ¡es tan patente lo que sucede!
La última de las fotos me ha recordado los cuadros, cuando Da Vinci plasmaba ” el sfumato”.
Un abrazo desde este mar de encinas Extremeñas
Thank you, Mimi:
Lovely!
The one that struck me most: first, the boat with the silhouettes of the fishermen on the lake.
The haze blurs the scene yet so obvious is what happens!
The last of the photos reminded me of the pictures, when Da Vinci embodied the “sfumato”
Translated with Google’s Word Monkey:
Is the photo of the cranes taken by Ginger Vary, originally from Okemos, Michigan? Parents involved in the Red Barn.
If so, then it’s the Ginger who was a bridesmaid in my wedding (1967). And, if so, please ask her to drop me an email.
Penny,
It could be your Ginger. I sent her your message.