It was very September. I was also very trespassing, shooting at what I've come to call, "End of the Bog Farm." The propery was vacant, lonely, and still. Just in case, I was watching the mist. A trespassed tresspass is best answered by a quickly tendered handshake. I was watching for a person. I didn't expect another barn to appear in the mist just there. And it was red. The barns I was shooting were distinctively tan.
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I love your starting sentence of It was very September...quite poetic and very accurate. Nice composition of the red bard looming out of the fog.
To answer your question about the size of the blue orb, it was only 3 or 4 inches around. I loved the way the wind caused it to twirl up and down the metal wire.
Hmmmmmmm.........I like this very much.
Hi Emery/Ted,
I think I know what you mean, fog can give just THAT extra feeling 'tatch' on the photograph,
I explain what/(how) I mean (it):
" when this picture would be without the fog... it just would be 'a field, some trees, or some piece of land' , "FOG" can move me, it makes the 'subject/product or nature' more exciting, more mysterious, like a tear on someones face, its the 'weathers-expression' a motion, a movement, a character, "
Example:
When I left for holiday, I showed a photo on my blog with a biker, biking into the fog... On that photo I got so many different positive reactions from blogreaders, that was so interesting to me.. to read that.
I also red your comment, "about adding music with the slideshow" LOOK at the slideshow of THIS weekend, I posted this one with music, see and listen if you like it? It should be NOT disturbing I hope...?
have a good 'rest' of this weekend:)
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