Rising mist at Kanangra

The rising mist is so breathtaking. How it swirls and changes so quickly. It’s forever changing. You can stand and watch it for hours. I am not up early enough often enough to enjoy its presence in my life.

Did you know that it was my discovery that it made the colours sing in transparency film that lead me to fall in love with this gorgeous light it brings. That was a long time ago. Wandering the wilderness with 4 x 5 inch film and a handmade wooden camera. I try so hard to remember if there was a love for mist before that. Was there something there from my childhood when Leura would shroud itself in mist? I can’t remember any significant events in the mist. Yet it must have been there. Perhaps I played in it at Whispering Pines on the most special visits there with my sister.

Robbie would take me down to Jamison Creek on Charles Darwin Walk to explore and play in the creek when I was about nine. I can remember the mist there too. The huge pine trees that covered the mansion would dip in and out of the mist.

It’s recognised that most of our passionate loves are set in our youth and childhood years. It’s when we associate pleasure with actions. If you think back over most of the things you love you will probably find them anchored in your childhood.

Working in monochromatic sepia is anchored in my last year of school when I painted my photographs in watercolours. Just one hue. Why? I have no idea. But I do know I still love it. Yet it took another lifetime to return to it.

Am getting excited about the launch of Lens Journal and our new newsletter. Decided on the 22nd as it’s a better day astrologically to launch something. The draft of our new magazine is finished and now Clair is tweaking it. It looks so awesome. Where would I be without her amazing support and skills.

Above the Kowmung River at Kanangra. Photograph copyright © Len Metcalf 2021