Trees in Mist
On certain mornings in Hawke’s Bay, the fog settles over the valleys long before the first light breaks. The trees emerge from the blanket slowly, appearing initially as faint silhouettes before gaining form and revealing their finer details, standing in the mist like quiet punctuation in a sentence the landscape is still trying to write. These images were made from the vantage of the hills above, looking down across a world in the very process of becoming visible. The fog never truly obscures the land; it simply reveals it in an entirely different way.
A few of these trees appear more than once, caught on separate mornings, sometimes years apart, in fog that never arrived quite the same way twice. I did not set out to build a record of return visits. I go back to certain hills because the light and the mist ask something different of them on each occasion, and it was only in laying these images side by side that I noticed how often the same silhouette had already earned its place here. There is something in seeing a familiar tree again after years away, the shape recognised before the mind quite places why, that feels as true to this gallery as the fog itself.
A selection of these images is available as fine art prints.
Connected Perspectives
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Where the Fog Settles, the Print Endures
These mornings don't last. The fog lifts, the light moves on, and the valley returns to itself. A selection of images from Trees in Mist is available as archival fine art prints — made to hold the stillness of those early hours in a way a screen never quite can. If one of these mornings has stayed with you, it can stay with you properly.
