Between space and time
The fog is a painter.
Its sails sculpt the light and interpret the landscape.
Caressing space with his inner breath, he erases a hill, brings a stake closer, blurs a tree, invents a low-level sun, darkens an illuminated field, or invades his work with a splash of intense light.
Its color palette is endless. Like glazes, a multitude of thin layers patiently superimposed. Because fog, prince of space, maker of light, is also the master of time.
So alive, it inhabits space in all its dimensions including that of time. Every moment is a successful creation. The ephemeral is the norm, but the work is eternal.
A simple glance was not enough. I had to embrace the same dimensions as the fog to capture these few fragments offered here.
These places exist…. Or not. As is…. Or otherwise.
Regardless, only the subtle beauty of incomparable moments remains.