Driving home from a Stanley hunt, the skies were clear over Estes Park and most of the canyon. When I left the mountains and hit the front range, driving into Loveland, I hit a massive fog bank that had swallowed the town. Fog is rare in Colorado — only a couple times a year rare — and perhaps because of its rarity, it has become my favorite kind of weather. After getting home, I grabbed my camera gear and swung back out to a nearby parking lot to shoot.
The two self-portraits were more practice for the 365-day photo challenge I’ll be undertaking in the new year than anything particularly serious.
It was a fantastic way to transition to the winter solstice, fifteen degrees, with the world surrounded in mist.
I’m not one for naming my photos. I find it tacky. Usually names only try to get at something the art is doing well to speak about on its own. But I like them when they add something. The photo above is called “Solstice (Angels and Demons)”.