We had yet another foggy start to the day this morning. I am expecting the same for tomorrow although we are not having the warm temperatures today as the last several…or we might even have some rain which was predicted for today but hasn’t happened yet.
Owens Pond is an example of a place I shoot repeatedly. During Spring and Autumn, the sun rises at the end opposite a nice opening in the trees that line the pond’s edge. On a day like today, the trees make for nice foggy silhouettes reflected in the generally calmish water with the fog wafting across the landscape.
I am using the Moody View moniker for now. I did find a British painter using the name for his website, so will just use the phrase as a descriptor and album name on Facebook. I prefer having my website with my name anyway.
The next few posts will more than likely be flowers, so things will brighten up a bit. 🙂
Stephen Gingold Nature Photography Blog 
I like the way the fog blurs the boundary between object and reflected image.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, Jim. It was an ever-changing rolling fog.
LikeLike
I very much like that separation between image and reflection, too. And, I like the elongated feel of the image. It would have been nice with a shorter tree, but I don’t think it would have been as nice.
There’s nothing better than a rolling fog. When I lived in Berkeley, I used to watch the fog come in through the Golden Gate. Sometimes it would slide in under the bridge deck, and sometimes it would curl around the top of the towers. It never was the same, and it almost always was moving. Everyone loved watching it.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Conscious or unconscious echoes of Carl Sandburg:
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
LikeLike
Maybe subconscious. A former townie, Carl Sandburg was. That is a great description…the fog does move silently with nary a whisper.
LikeLike
As with the fog, so with the watcher: who sat looking over harbor and city on silent haunches, and then moved on.
LikeLike
As so often happens, I was not looking for this at all when I noticed the reflection. I was on a flower mission, which was not very fruitful, and happened to look across the pond. Maybe it beckoned. The combination of fog and reflection just seemed so interesting and I am glad you see that also, Linda. I think the tree standing taller than its surrounds works much better than a shorter one too.
I have seen so many wonderful images of the Golden Gate Bridge enveloped in fog with various parts peeking in and out. I visited once but did no photography then. Shame on me, I guess. I have been taking advantage of our many days of fog, more than in previous years, I think, and like watching it drift through he scenery. Rolling fog is quite nice…very much a shape shifter. I am partial to rolling thunder also.
LikeLike
If your flower mission wasn’t very fruitful, maybe you should go on a fruit mission and you’ll find it flowerful.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Extremely pretty in B&W – the tree silhouette look great against the clouds and in the reflection.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, Tom. I tried various contrast before settling on this combination. Technology is a wonderful tool.
LikeLike
I would say thoughtful and not moody; love the black and white treatment you applied.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I agree on the difference, Charlie. Contemplative, even.
LikeLike
I like the reflected trees. Great shot. Steve.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks very much, Yvonne.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Lovely shot Steve but it lacks something. A Beagle perhaps.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, Andrew. There is a terrible lack of beagle throughout. That will be remedied soon enough. Mary Beth says springtime…but I think sooner. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
A beagle can never be too early Steve. Book now to avoid disappointment.
LikeLiked by 1 person
When Cassie (our first) died, we got a new beagle within a few weeks. Too soon. We were still looking for Cassie and Rusty just was too different. He ended up with a nice family and we hated ourselves for giving him up, but were still too emotionally attached (plus he had some behavior issues with other people and dogs and we just weren’t ready to help him). We then waited a while and found Dixie. We waited 3 months before adopting Murphy after we lost Dixie. Losing Murphy hurt beyond anything I could imagine despite the experience with Cassie and Dixie. We’re getting better each day, but not quite there yet. I do appreciate the encouragement, though. 🙂
LikeLike
With fog and reflection you’ve got at least a twofer.
LikeLike
It is a happy combination, Steve. Right place, right time, I guess.
LikeLike
That’s beautiful! I love the fog, and reflection. I love how the same place looks different day to day, and in each season.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, Deborah. Certainly, the changing look and feel each day makes me excited to leave the bed early in the morning.
LikeLiked by 1 person