It’s hard to take pictures when your hands feel like they’re in boiling water and you can’t pull them out. And it’s really hard to take a picture that isn’t blurry from shaking and is also more or less composed. This the first one in well over a month I’m proud of. It’s also – I hope – a sign that I’m finally moving a little bit in the direction of “nominal” and praise the deities for that.
Poles in fog, McLaren Park
The fog faded the colors, not the computer.
Half an hour later everything was technicolor in sunlight
as the fog withdrew to the Pacific.
If I could only take half as good a picture “well”as you do “impaired”, I’d be a happy shutterbug. This is marvelous and very Hitchcockian. I imagine a flock of sinister birds just out of the picture.