I N T O T H E M I S T
dreary, low light, bleak, often rainy, usually cold, maybe misty, just a bit miserable really. one of those days when you’re rather be tucked up on the sofa, with a cuppa and Netflix.
Dreich is an oft-used word for me. Indeed, it’s one of my favourite words as it sums up these days so well. These misty, rainy, miserable days. It’s dreich today as I type this, sitting at my desk, listening to the rain. It doesn’t feel or look like June. I was scrolling through photos for a different Steller story when I came to these photos from a walk back on Saturday 6 April. And they sum up today’s mood so, well, I thought I’d do a story.
We were walking at John Muir Country Park. It’s a good walk on any day, but it’s our go-to place on a damp day as the sandy soil means it’s not too muddy for the lads, and there’s a little shelter in the woods. On this walk, it was so misty with this low light, and so very quiet, the air damp and heavy.
The ground was sodden. But there were these tones; these darker tones of the vegetation and the damp wood. I’m always chasing light on these walks, inspired by the subtle changes in light over the water, but this was beautiful in a different way.
It felt as if the world was in soft focus. All the edges had disappeared. When I looked at my photos afterwards, nothing felt crisp. Which reflected the mood.
saturday 6 april
into the mist