Monday, February 21, 2011

After the Fog Rolls in

Canon A-1, Fuji Neopan SS

 Unreal City, 
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn

When T.S. Eliot penned those words in The Waste Lands, he so adeptly captured
the essence of the transformation which a city undergoes, when the fog sets in.

Even the simplest, most innocent structures become surreal, eerie,
almost compelling you to look for something sinister in their midst.

Calumet 4x5, Schneider-Kreuznach 135mm f4.7, Ilford Delta 100

Holga, Arista EDU Ultra 400

And nature is no different. Peaceful mornings among the rudimentary, ancient woods that predate our own habitation, take on a different tone. One of isolation and solitude, whose connotations are of loneliness rather than a voluntary, if temporary, distancing.

Panasonic LX3

Panasonic LX3

Carl Sandburg's Fog

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

Holga, Ilford Delta XP2 Super

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