A picture-post from a November fog day. All pictures taken between 4 and 5 o’clock…. in the afternoon. It was frigid as FUCK. We didn’t have sunshine ALL FREAKIN’ DAY. Just….. Silent Hill.
As I was walking closer, to get some closer shots of teh tr33 (I was careful to walk in the furrow, so I wouldn’t screw up the field), to my surprise a pair of nesting hawks made their displeasure known. The male, beauteous and majestic, was the first to fly off and yell at me from a farther vantage point.
The female held out longer. She also circled several times, screaming her displeasure. I was certain that I was gonna get buzz-bombed.
Needless to say, my camera did not like the fog. For one, the auto-focus just about shat itself trying to focus. For another, the lens kept getting dewy. I had to take a q-tip to it when I got back inside. But I did manage to take a few really nice close-ups of the King’s canopy in the fog.
Silent Hill has always seemed like a modern faerie land. Not a particularly nice one, but still. I know a few chaos magic-minded folks who wanted to try to go there in the astral. Magic lives in the strangest places, so why not Silent Hill? (My personal modern magic idea? Shamanic deconstruction via Aliens chestburster. I ❤ me some Giger.) Fog like this is magic; where it takes you depends on where you want to go.