Foggy Boulevard
The fog had been rolling in for 2-3 mornings during the week. But weekdays are an impossible time to shoot for me.
Sunday came around and the fog was thicker than the previous days by a margin of “holy shit I need to get out there.” 7am seemed to be the peak and it was roughly 7:15am when Magnus came down and saw me staring out the window.
“What are you looking at?”
“Fog rolled in.”
“Do you want to photograph it?”
“Yes.”
“Let’s go.”
I’m not going to pretend I’m the most enthusiastic to venture outside when it’s 38 degrees and foggy. Of course, the pull of the conditions, the lighting, the eerieness of it all is magnetic enough to get me out there. But there’s never a guarantee I’m going to supersede all of the annoyance I feel when in the cold. As we turned the corner to our neighborhood boulevard, the fog had settled on the ends of the boulevard, almost bookending the trees from north to south. It was serene and a bit unsettling, but my son and I both leaned into the atmosphere and had a lovely session. Photos below.