Tones of fog
One October morning I woke up well before sunrise. The air was thick from fog when I took the boat and rowed out on a lake. The light changed from different shades of blue to glowing whiteness that gradually engulfed the entire landscape. I lost sight of the shore, of everything else than the boat. To be so profoundly surrounded by white, to balance between the thrill and a creeping terror of being lost! This series shows my journey that morning through the magical world of fog, goosanders and a lonely crow.