Everyone was astounded by the fog this week. It was so thick I couldn’t see more than two streetlights down from my house. Read more “Fog”
I bought myself a Christmas present. A new Sony A7. On the recommendation of my friend Matt O’Sullivan (if you’re on Facebook, you can see an excellent street photo gallery here), This photo, shot from the hip, is a tribute/thank-you to him for his recommendation and inspiration. Thanks, Matt. Read more “New Camera, Fog and Swinnerton”
Wednesday night was a foggy, foggy night. Read more “Dense Fog”
At least that’s what we’ve been told. Read more “Run Off”
This was a late afternoon fog that rose up off the snow and river in visible swaths. Read more “Fog Town, roboteyes, Beekeeper and Family – Also Exhibition Reminder”
Coming out of rehearsal last weekend the air was damp but warmer than it had been for days. Driving home I noticed some mist coming up off the Otonabee. I found my way to the river and this is what I saw.
I sometimes get myself into some dangerous situations taking photos: standing roadside at night, on a hill in a lightning storm, in a mosh pit in front of a band. I don’t take unnecessary risks, but they’re not places for the faint of heart.
On this particular adventure, however, I actually felt uneasy. I didn’t know when the dam might open, or one of the huge ice skirts might come crashing down or a tree collapse under the weight (one had before I arrived). The footing was slippery shale and the icy water was moving very fast.
This is from the tail end of an attempt to catch some lightning. I got a couple of strikes, but nothing spectacular. Driving back into town I could see mist rising from the Otonabee and fog rolling across town so I sped to the top of Armour Hill. This is what I saw. I thought it looked like an overdone sci-fi set.