I road my motorcycle back from work tonight along the 401 and it was so foggy my helmet’s visor kept fogging with dew and airborne moisture. I was obliged to wipe it clear every few seconds – for an hour. Not much fun in the dark at 110 kph on a crowded highway. A bunch of fuzzy white dots to the left were on-coming cars, fuzzy red dots in front of me were vehicles in front of me. When they became brighter, I braked too, but I could almost never see why. I would (sort of) clear my visor and think, oh good, I’m still in a lane.
But coming home, I was magnetized by the beauty of the fog crushing our field and house. It was rolling over our property like some giant ghost steamroller – quite in the dark and only dimly lit by the light leaking from “downtown” just a few hundred metres away.
I threw myself out of the confines of my leather jacket and helmet and grabbed my camera, a flash and a flashlight and ran out into the night.
Carrie came too and even went back in to pull a still-awake Owen from his bed and show him the craziness his parents get up to long after children should be asleep.
Following are some pictures from tonight. The names of the kids were made by shining the flashlight directly at the camera from a little ways away and writing their names backwards in the air.
…and here are two nice ones from a few days ago:
