WRITING PROMPT RESPONSE
When Fog Rises From the Forest
Location number two for misty days: Rüdenau, Germany
The fog is something that either inspires you or you hate it. A weather feature that brings up certain feelings and controls your emotions. But if you let the fog show you its beauty, you will be fascinated.
I’ve written a long-form article on foggy days on the coast of Swakopmund, Namibia. And I’ve spoken about what fog does to me and how I learned to appreciate it.
However, I’m trying to keep this article short for it to fit the word and picture limit of SNAPSHOTS. Dennett just recently announced the publication will be hosting monthly challenges and I’m excited about it.
Here’s my first response to the topic of foggy captures.
The past two summers I’ve spent in the fairytale village of Rüdenau, a tiny settlement in the middle of Germany surrounded by nothing but forest.
Well, and living in this quaint place I’ve had the chance to connect with nature and embrace all weather features throughout the six months living there.
Including fog.
Sometimes the fog was so thick and so low I couldn’t see the neighbor’s house. Unfortunately, I never captured that. I mean, it would have been a white picture. That’s it.
In early spring and during late fall we would get sometimes these beautiful sunrises while the fog was still hanging in the valley. But our house was above the fog and we could see it all — the fog and the sun.
On other days, the fog stayed all day long in the valley and we’d never get to see the sun.
Or heavy rain clouds were covering the sky while the fog was rising from the moist forest.
In late fall last year I got to experience some pretty icy weather and captured a beautiful morning scene in the nearby city of Miltenberg on the River Main. With light fog hovering above the water.
Except for the place we lived in, we also went hiking in pretty gloomy weather where we watched the fog climb up a meadow high up in the Alps.
Spending countless nights at airports, I often woke up to a layer of fog covering the airfield. Also a view I won’t forget. As long as you don’t see it as something uncomfortable, you’ll find beauty in it.
So here we are, this was my German version of foggy pictures.
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