Last weekend I headed out of the city to a cabin in some misty woods. I wasn’t alone but surrounded by 11 fantastically amazing creatives. We wandered out into forests, up to peaks for sunset, along the lake for sunrise (or fogrise, as it happens), we went out on a boat and walked over a dam, and everywhere the fog followed us. When we drove back home and we left the last of the fog behind I actually missed it.
It was invigorating, spending time shooting not for clients (even though I love that) but just for me. I found myself shooting gifs (and I’ll be sure to share a few later), details and drama. And everything in the most fantastic of foggy light. I might need to head back to Lake Eildon every winter from now on.
I can’t wait to share more, but it’ll be a slow progress. I think I want to spend some time with these photos first.