I love the fog. In the diffused soft light, the familiar suddenly appears to be another world. It's as if a spell had been cast on the land. This painting of Lake Musconetcong was done en plein air early one morning near my house. It had been very foggy, but as the sun came up over the hills on the right, the fog dissipated. You can still see the fog on the right here, as this area was in the shadow for longer, and the fog hadn't dissolved yet. In the foreground, there are many lily pads that are always on display in this lake in the summertime.
I love the fog. In the diffused soft light, the familiar suddenly appears to be another world. It's as if a spell had been cast on the land. This painting of Lake Musconetcong was done en plein air early one morning near my house. It had been very foggy, but as the sun came up over the hills on the right, the fog dissipated. You can still see the fog on the right here, as this area was in the shadow for longer, and the fog hadn't dissolved yet. In the foreground, there are many lily pads that are always on display in this lake in the summertime.