There are certainties in the life of a photog, to be sure. Shoot, suffer, die. In my experience though, the arrival of fog has never been one of them. Except here, in San Francisco, which is why this city has become one of my favorite places to work or visit. Joe love fog. Fog make everything look nice.
You get fog here as certainly as you get water when you turn the tap. Early in the week, I was giddy with it, out on a beach, running around shooting stuff, and a bud who lives locally nodded approval. He said, “Yeah, Joe, it’s a rare condition you’re seeing here. Only happens 320 days a year.”
Not that chasing fog with a camera is super easy. It slips and slides, gets thick, prompting you to pull the car over and grab the gear, and by the time you do that, it vanishes. You stand there with your camera and realize those mysterious shapes that looked so compelling in the mist are actually a bunch of porta-potties at a construction site.
I chased fog the other day and failed, making do with half a picture literally at the edge of a mud filled construction area, angling the camera this way and that, trying to avoid the sea of crap both me and my subject were standing in. You know how we do when it’s not going well–angle the camera, tilt it back and forth, and try to find a comfortable, or even plausible crop that makes some picture sense. It worked out okay, but…..this morning, I went back to find the fog. At sunrise. (It’s easy to find here. There are signs everywhere–FOG THIS WAY.)
Ariel Ford, a lovely ballerina, dance teacher, and student, braved the early morning damp to clamber into the forest on pointe shoes. Light was simple. Elinchrom Quadra, strip light, c-stand, Drew. D3X, with 14-24. Made some frames I liked, which made me less grumpy about the other day. Thanked Ariel and she went off to class. Drew and I went off to Lisa’s Diner. You know how hungry you get after a sunrise shoot? Man, it wasn’t pretty.