Its so rare that we get fog here on Long Island. Even rarer that we get a fog in the winter and one that lingers well into the morning hours. In December, a few days before Christmas, we had one of those mornings. It was so delicious to me because I love fog. Like, obsessively. I love its moodiness and mystery. The even better part? Both mornings were mornings that both girls were in school! So this happy photographer got to go and play and take pictures!!! See, before miss Zoe came along, I loved wandering around and taking pictures of whatever interested me. Often landscapes, architecture, still lifes, you name it. So having the opportunity to do that again has been such an amazing feeling. (Of course I would love to have a little model to play with as well…) Much like snow, shooting in fog inspires me. It changes the familiar landscapes into something different and unfamiliar. It changes perspective and feeling.
With a little (or maybe a lot!) of fog, my familiar view of the local train station is suddenly transformed into a place of mystery. It doesn’t even look like a boring train station it normal is and transports the viewer to a mystical time and place:
Keen followers of my work may (or may not) recognize this location. I have shot in this exact spot MANY times in the last few months. Remember this session or this one? Both of those sessions feature images at this spot. Nevermind that its a completely different season, its the fog that transforms this location more so than just the deadness of winter:
Of course, now I feel spoiled and want this type of fog at least once a month! It would be the most (read: only) welcome change of the weird weather we have now. Are you listening, Mother Nature????