into the mist

Fishing boats seen in Charleston, Oregon on a misty evening…Charleston-4657I do love the mystery of the fog.Charleston-4653He remembered the time he had hooked one of a pair of marlin. The male fish always let the female fish feed first and the hooked fish, the female, made a wild, panic-stricken, despairing fight that soon exhausted her, and all the time the male had stayed with her, crossing the line and circling with her on the surface. He had stayed so close that the old man was afraid he would cut the line with his tail which was sharp as a scythe and almost of that size and shape. When the old man had gaffed her and clubbed her, holding the rapier bill with its sandpaper edge and clubbing her across the top of her head until her colour turned to a colour almost like the backing of mirrors, and then, with the boy’s aid, hoisted her aboard, the male fish had stayed by the side of the boat. Then, while the old man was clearing the lines and preparing the harpoon, the male fish jumped high into the air beside the boat to see where the female was and then went down deep, his lavender wings, that were his pectoral fins, spread wide and all his wide lavender stripes showing. He was beautiful, the old man remembered, and he had stayed.
― Ernest HemingwayThe Old Man and the Sea



26 thoughts on “into the mist

    • Ummm… honestly? Wish I could help, but I never gave condensation a thought. Apparently I managed to avoid it without any conscious effort. Somehow.


      • Condensation on the front element of a lens is essentially always a function of the temperature of your camera/lens being below the ambient dew point. As long as your equipment temperature remains above the dew point, there will be no condensation problem, even in foggy conditions.


  1. Cool photos. I can almost “feel” the fog. The quote kind of made me sad; I’ve never read the book. Do you recommend it?


  2. Lovely. Part of my own love of such things (along with your mists) is imagining the lives going on inside. Intrepid voyagers….the odd-kept hours, the stench of close quarters and rush of deck air. The quarrels, the work at hand which must be steady and fast, and taking measure of this catch, and the catch tomorrow.


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