View at the Pennsylvania Military Museum this evening. Walked into the mist with my dog and my Leica M6 but foolishly left my extra roll of film in my other jacket. The ghostly mist was lost to film and relegated to my iPhone. I’ve wandered off without film so many times…
At the end of a long, chaotic, frustrating day frosted with a lingering head cold a stroll through the mist was like floating through a lucid dream. A slow walk, dog chasing a yellow ball into invisibility, the day fell away.
Still, I wish I had a roll of film.
The dog got nervous as we skirted the rear of the shrine. “Ghosts” I thought but no apparitions or specters barred our way, just a slow slog home in the melting snow.
For a moment I thought of riding the Vespa but fell into sloth instead.
Some days are like that…
A fog walk… What’s not to love? Though it is a shame about the film (don’t kick yourself too hard).
Fog always reminds me of a great scene in A Christmas Carol with George C. Scott (my favorite version of those I’ve seen): In the fog of course, Scrooge is on his way home that night, walking down a deserted lane, when he’s passed by a ghost hearse carrying a coffin, presumably Marley’s. It perfectly sets the eerie mood for everything that follows.
Be sure to keep us apprised of any ghostly visitations you might experience, Steve. Though you don’t seem to require any “reclamation”, at least not of the sort that Scrooge needed.
Theresa Caputo, the Long Island Medium, says pets can see spirits. Your dog was just experiencing that. I’m sure the film shots would have had a bit more definition but your phone did just fine.
He definitely saw something. I always assume it’s a squirrel but who knows…
I love the George C. Scott version of A Christmas Carol. Have it on DVD. The foggy scenes at the beginning are otherworldly.
So far, no ghosts, either on the walk or elsewhere.
I like the fog photos. It fits with the snowy landscape and blue tint.
Snow is mostly gone now and I’ve missed the fog event. Usually more to come though.
I remain a sucker for your fog photos….I like being in military cemeteries…quiet and neat, add in some fog and one’s imagination…like Junior’s, takes strange paths….
My mother used to drag me to every cemetery she would come across when we traveled in Europe. As a kid I remember going to some of the military ones when allied soldiers were buried. Seemed like a sea of white stone on a grey, rainy day. The imagery stuck with me.
Steve, I have always though graveyards are some of the most beautiful places to take pictures…certainly different than most other scenes…the history gives you perspective which is unique …each stone tells a story.
Brent
Cemeteries are easy subjects for photos though it’s hard not to make predictable stuff. Like going to Yosemite or the Grand Canyon. Postcard pictures everywhere…