Fog

Fog creates mystery and composition.

Dark shapes stand out against the blank background.

As you walk, figures form out of the phantom grey - grow darker, become solid -
writhe and resolve into a passer-by or a shrub or a gate post. Briefly in passing
the eye catches some sharp detail - the bead of bright water on the knuckle of a
black twig.

Ghostly spider's webs have appeared - strung everywhere.

At night the bare fingers of a tree next to a streetlamp spear out yellow beams
in all directions through the breathing fog - a sea urchin form. They twist and
spay as you draw near.

We too are phantoms - moving through the silent sea.