This is the first in a four-part series, which is something I don’t recall ever doing here on Weekly Fifty. Every now and then I’ll post a pair of related images, and maybe once or twice I have done three in a row…but four? I think this could be a first. There’s good reason for it though–this and the next three images were all taken in a familiar location, but in extraordinary circumstances. If you like what you see so far, then I’m confident you’ll enjoy the next three.
I shot this at Holmes Lake in Lincoln, Nebraska, when my family and I were visiting family recently. It’s my old stomping ground, you might say, as both my wife and I grew up in Lincoln and all of my immediate family still lives there. We always enjoy getting back to visit family and, when possible, friends too–though with so many nieces and nephews spread throughout the city the latter isn’t always possible. My youngest brother and his wife enjoy taking their dogs, a pair of incredibly pleasant huskies, for walks along the crushed limestone trail that winds around the perimeter of the lake, and on this particularly foggy afternoon they invited us to join them. Even just driving to the lake felt like pushing through a cloud, and once we got there and started down the path the atmosphere grew ever more surreal as we walked.
I don’t think I can recall ever being surrounded by quite so much fog ever in my entire life. Even thinking back to when I was a kid I can recall situations with near-zero visibility, but this was something else entirely. As we slowly circumnavigated the lake, we could almost feel the fog surrounding us. Not metaphorically, but literally–I could make a sweeping motion with my hand and feel, ever so faintly, droplets coalescing on my palm. It was equal parts eerie and fascinating, and on more than one occasion I bade the group to go on ahead without me while I attempted to capture a photo or two. One of which you can see here.
I shot this with my Nikon D750 and 105mm macro lens, though this certainly is not the setting in which I would normally find myself when using that particular setup. It worked out well though, since the long focal length drew the farther shore a bit closer while the narrow field of view was made even more claustrophobic thanks to the brown stalks on either side. (For one of the best examples of this technique, look no further than the underwater march in the first Pirates of the Caribbean, where the seafloor below and the rocks above create a condensed frame that draws your attention right to the center, while creating a subtle feeling of unease for the viewer.) I shot this at f/4 and focused midway down the path, which created a subtle foreground and background blur that I quite like. Perhaps f/8 or f/11 would have been good, as they would have resulted in wider depth of field, but the barely noticeable blur was just what I was going for and it worked out pretty well.
One of my favorite aspects of this image is how you can barely, just barely, make out some of the elements on the far shore such as trees and their reflections on the water. That’s not an editing trick, mind you. It really was just as you see here, and an incredible experience overall. One that I’m eager to share here and over the next few weeks.



