The most ordinary of things are rendered strange by fog. Self, other, sight, direction.
This Danish summer had been untypically sunny as it always is when I am there; the day before, crop fields undulated for miles in the clear air, bare and golden after the harvest.
This image is part of a larger essay that I have up on Kage Collective. Check it out.
charlene winfred 
Sound, too.
Indeed!
An absolutely wonderful set in the full essay. Could get an old guy like me lost in time related philosophizing for days… So let me only say that the series did a seriously great job of depicting the sometimes tantalizing, sometime distinct but limited, and sometime vast but indistinct nature of recollections. Really enjoyed it.
Glad to hear it, Greg!
Mercy Charlene…way to start something!
Hehehe ;)
I love this photo Charlene. Really nice.
Thank you Oscar :)