PHOTOGRAPHER'S DIARY - The fog silence of Bog Hollow, isn't really quiet. A fluttering of wings brings another dove to the silo dome. A bit later, from a nearby tree another takes off into the fog. Somewhere in the distance the sound of a tractor - - - echoing in the hills it sounds as if under water, an unearhtly whooshing. As the echo decays the soft chittering of the swallows returns, an effervescent froth, hovering in the leaves, it fills the damp farmyard. The tractor returns, the sequence repeated, again and again at roughly five minute intervals. Occasionally the fog thins for a moment, everything glows a bit brighter, and the chittering increases and quickly subsides.
I'm alone in the fog and trying my best to make images of this.
2 comments:
Lovely photograph. In the autumn I can see often the fog lying over the river, following its trail winding through the countryside. Everything else is clear but the river. It's a magnificent sight.
Middle Ditch - You're lucky to live somewhere where you can see such sights. Perhps it means you should be taking pictures as well as writing. In any case, thanks for the visit. I'm still waiting for the first good late-season fog of the year. Perhaps it will be tomorrow morning.
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