Softly... Fog

Walking in the woods in this fog is magical. Everything's so quiet except for the odd bird calling.

Rachel (best friend and beloved wife) and I go walking until we get to the shore-line about 2kms away where we can hear the pounding of waves on the cliffs.

If you run your tongue over your lips - you can taste the salt, and sometimes you can smell the ozone coming in from the ice. In the Spring icebergs come lumbering down the coast bringing a scent of Greenland that's so clean and pure... It gives you goosebumps.

When these white behemoths roll-over the rumble is so deep you feel it in your chest and later you can salvage peices on the shore and break manageable chunks off.

These 20kg chunks, when rinsed in spring water and sculpted down - become white diamonds floating in the gold of your Scotch

I sometimes wonder if this is heaven, especially with Rachel with me.

So can can see why I like to try and capture a sense of this with my camera.