The Fog Before The Storm

I took these new years eve in the shadow of a deep fog that was enveloping southeastern Minnesota. They were all taken on the Walsh farm just hours before the place was finally dusted with snow.




















It was nice to take a few moments to bask in the beauty of these things that are often looked as common and uninteresting––the old barn, the dying grass and weeds, the leafless trees. Probably the worst curse of winter is the amount of time I am forced to spend inside under artificial lighting. I felt so peaceful spending half of an hour shooting in the drizzle.