From an original photograph taken in 2017 on the May River town docks. When you live near the ocean, some mornings are naturally trapped in mist. Fog rolls in and mutes both sight and sound. Near my hamlet is a long dock on the May River. One early morning this mist draped itself silently over the town. It was both heavy and beautiful. I know people like that.
I grabbed my camera and wandered off into the ethereal landscape. These boats and the flat still river... none of it looked real. It was as if the weight of the Fog had ironed the water and cast a spell over the shrimp boats. Silent ghost boats. The muted still water and the faded colors are almost echoing the poem by Graeme Edge in his verse Late Lament at the end of Night in White Satin.
Breathe deep the gathering gloom
Watch lights fade from every room…
Red is grey and yellow-white
But we decide which is right
And which is an illusion.

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