Friday, August 27, 2010
These photos are five years old or so. I took them at the top of Standing Indian Mountain in western NC. It was evening and my peeps and I had just pitched our tents. After an intense rain shower, fog rolled in. I had never before associated fog with rapid wind, but this fog was billowing and rolling and swirling and whipping at our faces. As the fog moved quickly over us, it created a wild drug-like kaleidoscopic gloaming. Every three seconds the colors and shape of the colors changed dramatically. These photos, all untouched, were taken within a five minute period. What I find odd was how the fog, which again I think of as obscuring light, actually lit up by the remaining sunlight, and when it cleared, the vista, while now open to us, was dramatically darker rather than lighter.
I've experienced nothing like it before or since.
Question: I am in my forties, not my two hundred and forties. Am I allowed to use the word "gloaming"? Or is that SO 18th century?