More Gloom, Less Doom. November 14, 2008Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.
Tags: bog, fog, standing dead log
As one who suffers from Seasonal Affect Disorder, I have long dreaded this time of year. It’s interminably gray, and for a person who works outdoors (and enjoys being outdoors in my spare time,) it entails a fair amount of extra work to achieve a state of acceptable discomfort.
Having photography as a hobby has gone a long way toward changing that. These days I find myself hoping that it rains at some point during the day, because despite the inevitable chill to my spine and stiffening of my knuckles, I can expect some atmospherics and mystery on my ride home.
Today, coming home over the hills in Plainfield and Savoy, I stopped at a roadside bog to try my hand at capturing what I saw and felt.
At first, it was stark and still and beautiful:
But as I immersed myself in it, surrendered to it, it became something more, revealing a sub-torporous vitality which belied its initial impression of grayness:
Yeah, I played with that a little; but only enough to reflect what happened in my mind as my eyes adjusted to the subtilty of this scene.
I know, it’s a piss-poor substitute for vitamin D, but it’s all I got.