So today I woke up to my favourite kind of day of the year. A crisp morning with plenty of fog or mist. We only get a short number of these days, and I’ve been waiting for MONTHS for these days to arrive!
You see, I really enjoy getting out and taking photos of landscapes, nature, and animals. I’ve wanted forever to capture a stream, a barn, a lounging cow – all in the early morning fog. There’s just something magical and peaceful about these days, these mornings, out in the country. It was my hope that I could capture a little piece of that magic to share with you.
I hustled the kiddos off to school, grabbed my gear, and stepped out on to my front porch. Only to find the mist had dissipated in under 10 minutes 🙁 I thought “heck with it” (well not exactly those words, but we will discuss my vulgar language another time), and headed out anyways. I live in an agriculturally rich area, and it’s really only a short drive to the more rural parts.
On my drive out of town, I observed a few things: Apples were hanging very heavy on the orchard trees, corn fields are starting to be cleared, and there’s not a lick of fog left to be found anywhere. I also realized that all the times I had passed the things I wanted to photograph, I never once took a note of the actual location! That’s ok. I’m a mom, I can work with just about anything. I might be like McGyver, even.
Convincing myself of my awesomeness, I come up on my first farm animals in the fields. And it was along the road with a minimal, soft shoulder. Of course bordered by a nice deep ditch, and enough traffic to be passed regularly at about 80km/h. So I decide, Molly Make-do that I am, I will shoot from my vehicle. It will be perfect! I will use the windowsill as my tripod!
I whip out my camera with my “big” lens (170-500mm), clear the passenger seat (because I drive on the right side of the road and therefore the passenger side is closest to my animal subjects), and prepare to move over. Smart overachiever that I am, I don’t get out and run around the vehicle and get in the passenger side. Oh no… I decide I’m just going to ‘slip’ across to the seat, snap some shots, then ‘slip’ back to the driver’s seat and carry on. And by slip, I mean pull my foot up by my ear, hoisting it over the shifter in the middle, knocking the rearview mirror askew, before placing it on the passenger floor. Then I skim my generously proportioned rear cheeks over the console in the centre. Falling gracefully into the passenger seat, camera in hand, left foot in the air beside the driver’s window, I shimmy into position. Frankly, I was pretty proud of myself. Mostly because no one passed me during this time, and therefore didn’t feel obligated to stop and offer to help. I got a few photos, and decided to move on.
At the next location, I did not switch seats.