“Like a man travelling in foggy weather, those at some distance before him on the road he sees wrapped up in the fog, as well as those behind him, and also the people in the fields on each side, but near him all appears clear, though in truth he is as much in the fog as any of them.”
– Benjamin Franklin, Autobiography, Chapter 8
Farm houses and barns sat in banks of clouds, their peaks, and silos peaking through.
The landscape felt haunted as dusk settled in.
Starting out I thought it might be a bad photo day, but I’m not too displeased with most of the shots, a mixture of landscape setting and AV shot in color and black and white.
Luckily where I drove wasn’t that well trafficked, so I was able to pull of the road and take a few quick shots, such as this skyline on the peak of a hill.
Steam from a power plant in the distance made more currents in the grey than the typical plumb seen from this vantage if you drive by.