Your fog series takes me back to wonderful memories of being a young girl, when I roamed the Kern River’s dry tributaries and flood plane near Bakersfield. I would head into the morning fog this time of year, to feel the world so “close-up”. Sounds were hushed, shadows and shapes a mystery, and my path seemingly led me through a thick blanket of white wool. Sometimes I was startled to suddenly find myself in the midst of a herd of cattle wearing their thick winter coats. Thank you for another beautiful set of photos. I look forward to seeing them up close in your studio.
Your fog series takes me back to wonderful memories of being a young girl, when I roamed the Kern River’s dry tributaries and flood plane near Bakersfield. I would head into the morning fog this time of year, to feel the world so “close-up”. Sounds were hushed, shadows and shapes a mystery, and my path seemingly led me through a thick blanket of white wool. Sometimes I was startled to suddenly find myself in the midst of a herd of cattle wearing their thick winter coats. Thank you for another beautiful set of photos. I look forward to seeing them up close in your studio.