There is nothing I love more than when the weather turns to haze. The way that it turns simple landscapes into such rich ominous scenes, the way that it always affects light and how it hints at narrative – I can’t help but wonder about the inhabitants sheltering inside the gloom. It reminds me of my time spent in Beijing, the light was peculiarly different there, assuming it had to do with smog, it made it so that the light pooled out from its source towards you and subverting some sort of wall that atmospheric perspective would usually allow you to know the distance between you and elements further away. Whenever there is fog I love nothing more than to go for a long curious walk which always feels like your reality turns into a sort of dream state. The weather is promised to be foggy tonight, fingers crossed it is so that I can go for one of those walks and see what my camera can can capture.
Gentle Giant 
Lovely! That deep blue is so evocative of this time of year, makes you want to huddle up.
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Thanks Jacob!
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soft soft soft… always looking for paintings, as opposed to ‘photographs’.
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Exactly! I think it’s inclined for photographs to be sharp and in focus which does have its uses but working against that and aiming for something buttery and painterly just hits different.
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