Fog on the Farm, Part II

Near the fence in the previous post, there were thistles (?) rising above the top rail. I don't always see these kinds of little photo ops because I tend to be drawn to the bigger pictures, but I think I am getting better at noticing small things. Both of these were two exposures blended, one for the darks and one for the brights. Dare I be bold enough to call these fine art photos?

It was time to hobble back to the car. Not expecting to take any more photos, I removed my camera from the tripod. Nevertheless, I did take a few more quick photos, and they turned out satisfactorily despite the fact that I had ditched the tripod. When I say ditched, I mean that I was carrying it but that I was too lazy a stick the camera back on.

First came a photo of Bob, who had, himself, stopped to take a photo. He is most certainly out standing in his field.

I snapped two more photos off to my left, opposite the rising sun. A half hour after first walking past them, they were now in better light. For both compositions, I probably should have moved to a more advantageous vantage point, but I decided just to shoot from the path that I was on. My shoes and pantlegs were already soaked, and I did not feel disposed to walk through more tall, wet grass.

And that, dear folk, is the end of my three-post, foggy morning outing with The Bobinator.