Sometimes, a haze descends
Obscuring all I see
I don’t mind
Obscuring all I see
I don’t mind
The misty grey
Becomes a canvas
On which I create worlds
Or, I still my mind
Becoming as featureless
As the world extant
Contemplating the misty stillness
I am often delighted
By what emerges
Geyser Mist
Midway Geyser Basin
Yellowstone National Park
Wyoming, United States of America
Midway Geyser Basin
Yellowstone National Park
Wyoming, United States of America
Taken during travels, 1995
The misty stillness of a fog can seem confining, like a cage, much like the rail which is confining the photographer in this image. But it can also provide a blank slate for creation, or a quiet space for contemplating awareness. Either of these perceptions provide an expanse for limitless expression and insight. (Jennifer Nichole Wells‘ One Word Photo Challenge: Cage.)
Looked at another way, the grey mist is a void, a space spare of content. But, that which is empty may always be filled. (WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge: Spare.)