A Fog Fetish

I admit it - I have a fog fetish.  There's something so surreal, eerie and mystical about fog that silently swirls over and through everything, now concealing, then revealing glimpses here and there.  As a photographer it is irresistible. You can take photo after photo and each one will be a little different depending on where it lifts or settles.  Anyway, it was thick this morning, and these are some images I took of the neighborhood on my way to work.

Folly Beach County Park

I had been meaning for some time to do some long exposure photography of the remaining pilings of what was once Folly Beach County Park.  I needed a dull day with little light and a high tide.  Yesterday evening fit the bill nicely, but upon arrival, I was dismayed to find no trace left of the pilings and walkways.  I guess CCPRC considered them a liability nightmare (rightly so), since they could have crashed down anytime and hurt someone.  The image above shows absolutely no trace of what once was a favorite family destination.  

This is what was there after the storm but before it was taken down.

and More Fog ..

This has been such a glorious weekend, but very unusual for mid January.  Daytime temperatures in the mid '70s and mild nights.  The early morning fog trend has continued for the past few days. There's something mysterious and eerie about fog, how it rises, dips, and rolls though its passage. Sometimes it whites everything out except what is right in front of you, and so it gives the appearearance of things being suspended in nothing, like these docks above.

.. followed by a foggy morning

Night falls softly over the Stono River

What a gorgeous evening.  Still, warm, and a wonderful sky.