Apparently, I now only take photos in the fog.
The riverside park in St Neots is a flood plain and spends, at least, a few days underwater in an average year. But the recent floods have been the worst I can remember since the Easter of '98. Even so, I have photographed the park in flood before. I have also photographed the park in fog. But never before both at once. The combination turned a very familiar place into something ethereal.
Three more images of the fields local to me, taken earlier on the same day as the Cambridge shots. There is one specific tree of which I was hoping to get a misty/foggy shot, from a specific viewpoint. On the previous trip over the fields, the mist had cleared by the time I reached it. This time the fog just got thicker and I couldn't even see the damn tree. Oh well, at least it's local, so I can keep trying for that Goldilocks level of fog.
A recent extended foggy spell coincided with a weekend, which meant I could head to Cambridge for some night pictures. For years I have wanted a moody monochrome foggy picture of the tree-lined path across Jesus Green. This was my chance. But since the fog didn't seem to be going anywhere, I tried a few other locations on my way to the green. Once there, I spent about an hour, taking multiple shots, waiting for just the right person to walk by and getting very cold.
Eventually, I got a shot approaching what I wanted. But, it's not my favourite of the night. That was taken in just a couple of minutes at my first stop of the evening, outside Fitzbillies. The bus came around the corner at just the perfect time and I love the way the steam from the vent is back-lit.
