This morning started out with a glorious fog, and then Wyeth called me on her way out of town to say that the tide was spectacularly low. Reason enough for me to plan and go out there with tripod and camera and try to do some gentle HDR fog photographs. HOWEVER, when I went to grab my camera, it was not there. I distinctly remembered putting it back on the shelf after taking photos of a couple of my books three days ago. Well, if it is not there its got to be somewhere around the house. Nope – still have not been able to find it. As far as I can see there are only two possibilities a) my mind is slipping and I totally miss-remembered what I have done with the camera or b) there is a Canon G10 midnight burglar prowling the neighborhood. Neither one a very comforting thought. Or perhaps we have some paranormal activities going on around here. We live after-all right behind the cemetery. I probably should try and get Mulder and Scully in on this, but on second thought, I think Mulder is tied up right now with Californication. Not sure what Scully is up to these days.
Anyhow, I had to do without my G10 and grabbed my Sony Cyber-Shot DSC-TX10 instead, jumped on my bicycle and rode over to Number 4 where I managed this photograph of some commercial clamers going out in an air-boat. Usually I do not photograph airboats – on principle – but I could not let this one get away, or there would simply be no dimension to my fog photograph. Of course, by the time I got there, the tide had already come in quite a bit. However I am happy with my fog’n water photo.