Tag Archives: fog
Heading out to photograph wild creatures, instead I found fog. Beginning in the afternoon and lasting into sunset, waves and ribbons of fog enveloped the east end of Gloucester until only shapes and silhouettes were visible.
A wedding reception was underway at the Yacht Club, lots of folks were out watching the setting sun, and a photo shoot was taking place on the Dogbar. Returning home, Niles Beach and Ten Pound Island were even more shrouded in fog. Final stop was the Paint Factory to catch the last glimmer of light. Looking towards Ten Pound Island from the Paint Factory, in the last Instagram you can see the sliver of a crescent moon.
I have loved this past month’s atmospheric and textured, misty April weather. Do you recall an April as foggy? I don’t. Whenever out and about and a spare moment was mine, I grabbed my camera and had a go at capturing beautiful fog-shrouded Cape Ann.
Trying out the new teleconverter–note the little tiny figure fishing on the breakwater in the photo on the left, which was shot at 18mm, and then with the 400mm lens plus tele.
Same focal lengths with Ten Pound Island.
7pm from where I was standing at the cut bridge and Stacy Boulevard (Western Avenue), 9/20/16
The weather had me stop and the special had us stay. Not a bad vista waiting for our ‘two for Tuesday’ buy-one-get-one-free pizzas from Poseidon’s after a Magnolia soccer practice.
On Monday afternoon decided to walk to Magnolia Pier. The fog was literally rolling in.
Was at the beach Thursday afternoon as the fog was taking over Magnolia.. I love the fog.
A foggy day in Gloucester town. A lucky day all around. Had me high. Had me proud. For suddenly, I saw things there. And through foggy Gloucester town, the life was charming everywhere.
Yesterday’s velvety vistas.
Tuesday’s weather was awesome with the rain, fog and sun.
I had a wonderful adventure early his morning looping around Cape Ann and listening for the clearest fog horn sounds to record. My drive began at the Paint Factory to listen for the Ten Pound Island fog horn, then onto Eastern Point Lighthouse, Thacher Island Light, and Straitsmouth Island Light, before landing at the lighthouse at Annisquam. For my purposes the Annisquam Lighthouse was perfect and I loved the combined sounds of fog horn, birds awakening, waves lapping at the shore, and the clanging of buoy bells in the distance. I think I got some good stuff!
Until the fog burned off the International Dory Eliminations race directions were going to be simple: “If you see Hammond Castle, turn around…”
After a day of madly painting interior rooms, whipping our home into shape for the holidays, and for Liv’s upcoming wedding, I took a walk to get out of the paint fumes in what I had hoped would be a lifting fog. Instead of dissipating, around every bend in the road the fog became increasingly dense. Albeit beautifully atmospheric, I imagined how dangerous it would be to be aboard a ship in the heavy fog and wouldn’t have wanted for anything to be a sailor or fisherman yesterday.
Harbor Was Like A Sheet Of Glass This Morning. Air Thick With Fog
Better For Offloading The Truck Than The 10 Degrees Of January Though