Morning Fog and the Future

As the late spring days have begun to grow warmer, a feature on my drive to work these last two weeks has been morning fog. I can’t really attest to the kind of fog that it is; I’m sure there’s a very fancy meteorological term for it, but it’s the kind that’s low to the ground and only found in large, open fields. As my window of time driving to work currently coincides with the sunrise, it has made for some enchanting scenery and so these past five days I decided to take my camera along with me and record a bit of it.

If you look closely, you can see deer.


Fog of course is one of those aspects of nature that sometimes we might find beautiful or gives us a feeling of uncertainty. Naturally fog in paintings, literature, and movies have been used for this effect, to either create a sense of serenity such as light coming through a wooded forest or wispy fog across a smooth farm pond, or to create anxiety such as a person lost in an urban area and thinking they are being followed or making the fog itself the antagonist like in John Carpenter’s horror classic The Fog.


What’s a cemetery without some fog?

An aspect of fog I like is that it makes me view something like the familiar drive to work in a new perspective. Suddenly I notice a tree line I hadn’t before, low lying bushes now look like rocks rising from an ocean, dead trees and old barns become features rather than background.


An owl a split-second before take off.

The other thing that has struck me as I begin this week saying goodbye to my graduating seniors, their futures metaphorically might resemble fog to them. In a way, the future is shrouded in mystery, such that it might fill them with anxiety because of the unknown nature, but on the other hand, it could be exhilarating, something in which one might find adventure. Either way, anxiety or adventure, if they wait long enough, the fog will burn away with the rising sun and the objects obscured by the fog, which they were frightened or unsure of, once exposed to the light of will reveal themselves to be the reality they know; just a tree, or a rock, or a shrub.

Fog so thick, it seems like you’re looking across water to another shore.
The fog dissipates just as it reaches dense forest. Again, if you look closely, you can see deer in the fog.
Silhouetted trees and sunrise.
Wild grape vine with dew.

One thought on “Morning Fog and the Future

Leave a Reply to Alyson Hinkie Cancel reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s