In a fog.

I looked out the window from the comfort of my bed. Outside the fog was thick and formidable. Days like this are when a photographer tells herself to get going. There’s probably a good shot out there somewhere. Bed however was warm and the dog allowed me to sleep in. Waiting probably a bit too long, I let the sun burn through the thick fog and captured the final minutes of the haze. I was in my own fog, existing in my own little world, forgetting everything else. It’s a place where I love to go.  I feel so busy most of the time, usually swapping one hat for another, as the day demands. Picking up the camera transports me into a fog-like world. The busy world seems to vanish and I find myself focusing on solitary things as they present themselves. In the fog, artifacts from the landscape are defined through nature’s filter and have a solitary feel.    Framed in a new way, the clutter is removed.  Snow pictures also allow this freedom by naturally removing the distracting elements.  I have run by this tree hundreds of times, never truly noticing it until now.   I think of the gnarled and pugnacious apple tree from the Wizard of Oz and I secretly long for it to pick up an apple and chuck it at me. I double dog dare it as I peer at its uneven eyes, bulbous nose and warped mouth, armed with my waiting camera. As I leave I quickly look back, lost in my imagination, waiting for an apple to hit my head. I laugh at myself once again. The fog is lifting and reality is coming back. Life has given me a quick moment of solace so I can handle what it throws at me next.  For the rest of the day, I would keep and eye out for apples coming my way.