A heavy blanket of fog covered the town this morning. It was dark and eerie until the sun burnt it off close to midday. I had been planning to go into the Gardens and the Waterfront this week to take some photos but in my mind, they were full of bright blue skies. The grey mist, however, was perfectly suited to moody black and white. These photos were taken between 10.30 and 11.00 am and I could barely see 100 metres in front of me.
I think this last photo is my favourite. It’s so eerie and if there hadn’t been a steady stream of runners and the screeching of the colony of flying foxes inhabiting the pine trees, I could easily have let my imagination run wild.
By the time I got home, a whole five minute drive, the sun had broken through. The sky was a clear bright blue and the flowers in the backyard seemed brighter than usual.