On a very foggy morning’s drive into Vermilion, I spied a beautiful scene. It took my breath away for how perfect it was! The sun was rising up behind the streams of fog coming off a small pond and the ducks were enjoying the moment. Of course I did not have a camera with me! As I arrived at the studio, I decided that image was just too good to enjoy only in my mind, so I grabbed a camera and returned to the pond just to the south of Vermilion. I spent a very enjoyable 30 minutes hanging out on the side of the road photographing the rising fog and the sunlight.
I held on to these images for several months and never did anything with them. I would look at them, turn them to black and white, turn them back and leave them alone again because I just couldn’t see the image in them. It was a fight to find it, but I finally did it. The reason I struggled with it was because of what the image represented to me.
As I was photographing, the fog was shifting and moving constantly. I was in awe of it and often times forgot that I was there to take photos because I was so busy just watching it. It would be so thick at one moment, I couldn’t see the trees on the other side of the pond, but seconds later, the entire pond was clear. At some points, I could see the power poles and at other times, the fog was too thick. I tried to avoid them when I was out there, waiting for the fog to shift and merge to cover them up, but when I looked at the images after, it was the image with the power pole that stood out to me because it appeared as a cross in the image. You can’t see the other power poles that were in front/behind of it, you can’t even see the lines that were strung on the this pole because of the fog covering them. In this one image, it stands out strong, all by itself, as a piece rather than a whole.
What this image became to me, is a representation of real life. There are times we cannot find ourselves, we get lost in the fog due to stress or demands on us. We feel like we are drowning, separate from everyone around us who is not lost at the moment, or so much more successful than us. We don’t allow ourselves 15 minutes to just to breathe and be when we are overwhelmed or tired. We are a part of our families, and of our communities, we play a role in life. Life has distractions, it has ebbs and flows, and we need to remember to take a breather every now and then, to let whatever we love to do shine through, even if only for a few minutes. We need to take that moment for ourselves, so we can stand strong irregardless of the shifts and ebbs around us.
If we just wait, life shifts and uncovers what we need, when we truly need it. This is a lesson that life has been teaching me strongly the past couple of years, and it is a lesson that unveiled itself in this image when I finally accepted it. It is amazing what is out there, that one day looks ordinary and the next extraordinary. Some times, we need to stop and admire the extraordinary, we need to give ourselves that gift, as it is in these times, we can accept the truth of those ordinary lessons. Some days it’s a struggle to be seen, to be heard or feel loved. Other days, it all comes together. Some days we have to look for the good, and on those days, we have to take a step back because it’s always there, but if we push ourselves too hard, we cannot find it.
I entered this image into the “pictorial/scenic” category, one of the toughest ones to enter at print competition because of it’s popularity. I rarely ever take the time to create an image with the power of photoshop, the majority of images you see of mine are as they appear out of the camera. But this one called for more, and it represents so much to me. Every time I look at it, I am amazed at what I see in it. I named the image “Through the Mist, He Guides Us Home” and I am thrilled to announce it scored a merit at the 2014 Professional Photographer’s of Canada national print competition!