I am trying to participate in a 52-week photography challenge for the year 2021. Each week I will be tackling a different skill and theme. This first week gave me the challenge to capture someone you love. While there are so many people in my life I cherish dearly, it is hard not to immediately think of my own little family.
We climbed into the car early Saturday morning to go location scout in Poulsbo. I also had the goal of capturing some pictures of these people I love. Of course, when we got there things didn't go quite as planned. There was a thick fog covering everything. You couldn't see the other side of the water let alone down the street. I found myself starting to get upset that these pictures weren't going to be what I had planned.
This wouldn't be the first time my high expectations got the best of me. I'd like to say we pulled through and had the time of our lives, but Henley was cold and I was experiencing, for lack of a better word brain fog. We did happen to score some donuts out of it from one of our favorite bakery, Sluys (highly recommend). I spent the drive home disappointed and grumpy.
It wasn't until I found myself editing the pictures that my perspective started to shift. There was so much beauty in the fog. It got me thinking of all the similarities fog has to love. The love I receive and the love I give. It led me to write this poem about my two (and a half counting baby boy) great loves.
Enjoy!
The fog
A Poem
Your love is like the fog.
It comes in like a wave, seemingly out of nowhere.
Every inch covered.
A feeling of wonder and uncertainty all at the same time.
There is beauty in the unknown.
There is beauty in the fog.
The way it lingers and whispers quietly that everything will be OK.
Life is racing while the fog begs you to slow down.
To take it all in.
And while there are times you wish it would all clear a little faster,
you remember that it is here, in the fog, that you feel safe.
Blanketed with security
To give love with your whole self.
My love is like the fog.
-Liz Goodwin
