I am fascinated how light and distance is transformed by fog. Even now I still feel an excitement looking at these images. Fog transforms. It provides a sense of being alone, but also the notion that someone or something might appear at anytime through the fog. In this way our senses are both sharpened and dulled. What person hasn’t entertained themselves as a child with it’s ghostly atmosphere and a still quietness? Even the air does’t feel like it usually does. And why is it, as we go to next tree to possess it, the fog seems always beyond our reach?
Here I explored light, and loneliness and reverence and imagined the days when the earth was flat with the edge of it just beyond.
Pur most favourite tree in the world. See what is special about this particular tree.