Sometimes dreams of magical misty mornings do come true. Last Friday evening I went to bed in this hopeful state of mind, because it had been foggy for hours here and it looked like it would not lift any time soon. I never sleep well when I expect to be taking pictures in the morning. My mind tries to pre-photograph everything, it goes through all options and kills all spontaneity. That is the designer in me, I always have difficulty letting go of preconceived images. As a designer, this is how I work though. I construct things in my mind, so I don't waste materials when making something. The thing is of course, that nature won't let me design it. I am sure this is a wonderful thing, as it is much better at designing stuff than I am. The source for my inspiration is always nature, is always the moment in which magic happens, but still my mind likes to think it has control over the process and keeps me up in the nights before I expect to be taking pictures. This means it is of course doubly frustrating when the weather does not cooperate. Not only can I not take pictures, but I also have not slept a wink. Oh, this situation sometimes lingers on for weeks when fog is forecasted almost every day.
Anyway, I am digressing, slightly....As Saturday morning came the promised fog was there and it was gloriously dense and temperatures were below zero as well. This was very promising. All my thinking proved to have been in total vain, because the roads were slippery and I was not going to go to the forest that I had had in mind. That is when you simply land back in the moment and you start to notice things. I went to a place I have been to loads of times, but came home with such different pictures. When you know a place well, it can be hard to see with new eyes, but it is best to always take pictures as if you are seeing the scene for the first time. Always asking yourself what else is there, always asking : "What if..." Always looking at the world with a sense of wonder, so the things that you know so well, can look different every single time
Albert Einstein said it well:
“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. He to whom the emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand wrapped in awe, is as good as dead —his eyes are closed."