fog chaser

  we don’t often get really foggy mornings where we live. today it was so thick that it was almost impossible to see—let alone photograph—anything much beyond a couple of metres in front of me. though it did give me the chance to marvel, once more, at the tensile strength (and beauty) of spider silk.

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safe passage

a slow glide through the fog, punctuated by ship horns in conversation on ferries devoid of sight. legions of sea birds drifting together on the water, as if they too were temporarily blinded. the apparitions of buildings, appearing and disappearing. and a surprisingly visceral response to this morning’s commute. +++  

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