This morning, I decided to head to Corfe Castle to see what the weather had in store. Leaving home shortly after 5am, the skies did not look inviting and as I arrived at a deserted Corfe, the sky was an awful cloudless canvas. This was going to be one of those days where nothing you do results in something worthy of sharing. Having been parked up for a good half an hour, I finally decided to head home and as always, consider selling all of my equipment. But no more than 10 minutes after leaving, I my car was engulfed with the thickest fog you are ever likely to see. I could barely see and as I cut left and headed into Wareham, the entire town was bathed in a milky mist. Getting out and setting up on the far side of the river, I watched as the fog made its way along the river and towards where I was standing. It was cold, so cold but slowly some of the fog began to lift and the old granary became to come into view. The boats were still shrouded in mist and the sun began to pop its head up in the distance, causing the fog to glow and the colours in the scene to come alive. This was the moment to strike, the time to hit the button. This is the result. Having taken several images like the one you see here, I chatted with a lovely guy who was also here taking photographs. Being a professional, he told me about his style of photography and how and why he does what I do. We had similar outlooks, similar dislikes and passions. Its good to meet people that look at things the way you do.
Morning Mist Over River Frome
