I spent a magical morning at the foot of Mam Tor in the Peak District, overlooking Hope Valley shrouded in a blanket of mist; the cement-works emerging magnificently from the 'clouds' to emphasise an industrial element within an otherwise natural canvas. It seems paradoxical that photographers find the phenomenon of mist and fog so attractive when it mutes colours and diminishes contrast and definition, but perhaps these evocative qualities are exactly why we are so smitten.
I spent a magical morning at the foot of Mam Tor in the Peak District, overlooking Hope Valley shrouded in a blanket of mist; the cement-works emerging magnificently from the 'clouds' to emphasise an industrial element within an otherwise natural canvas. It seems paradoxical that photographers find the phenomenon of mist and fog so attractive when it mutes colours and diminishes contrast and definition, but perhaps these evocative qualities are exactly why we are so smitten.