gallery - about fog

june 2005/photos from march 2005

Fog obscures, fog creates anew. Unfamiliar forms loom out of the grey miasma, silhouetted by a pale, diffuse, ethereal light. What is this place? The world made new, the world made mysterious, we grope around in the haze trying to make sense of what we see. End or beginning?

Happisburgh is falling into the sea, and has been for some time. The beach is strewn with parts of houses: toilet bowls and roof tiles lie cracked and broken at the bottom of the cliff, pipes and cables jut from the soft rock. Meanwhile the costal defences sit rusting and rotting, old and ineffectual and broken.

In the fog this place becomes our post-apocalyptic future, strange twisted forms lurk in the grey, indistinct and alien. The sea laps away at it all. The mood is sombre but beautiful.


It was a very foggy day in march. When we went to the lighthouse we couldn't even see it until we were right next to it, only then did it jump out of the gloom. The beach was beautiful; I tried to capture the bleakness of the fog and the odd ornamentation of sea defences and rubble on the sand. The results are deliberately flat (with a couple of exceptions), a combination of grey and white sky, hints of colour here and there, but mostly drab. Somehow you're drawn into this sublime nothing even as the eye slides off. Like the pictures of Frank Watson or Andreas Gursky, flatness of tone is a desired result.

hush house imagegursky book cover
[frank watson, photograph from the hush house; andreas gursky, book cover, title unknown]

And the post-apocalyptic future? Not yet at least. There's an active campaign to save the village from the sea and the cold war is past. Let's enjoy the scenery despite these morbid fascinations.

A fog can drift in from outside and get you; it can invade.
Philip K. Dick, The Penultimate Truth