B&W gallery: foggy pier

On a day like this one turned out to be, with the fog not lifting at all for most of the day, the

quirky parts of the Suffolk coast are a delight. Ships fog horns coming out of nowhere, ghostly

trees looming out of the mist, and this messy but pleasing shot of a pier-head amongst the

jumble of working- and house-boats at Pin Mill on the lower reaches of the River Orwell. Most of

the boats here seem to be stuck in the mud forever, so it was odd to find this gangway

unattended by either type. For once I was in the right place at the right time with a camera.

The fog acted as a diffusion filter, so the picture didn't need much tweaking other than the

application of a sepia toner. Somewhere out there in the mud is my wife's Canon Ixus 40, to

be found one day in the distant future when the river has changed course and some unlucky

metal detectorist, in the few seconds between discovery and reveal, thinks he's found the horde

of King John.

On a day like this one turned out to be, with the fog not lifting at all for most of the day, the

quirky parts of the Suffolk coast are a delight. Ships fog horns coming out of nowhere, ghostly

trees looming out of the mist, and this messy but pleasing shot of a pier-head amongst the

jumble of working- and house-boats at Pin Mill on the lower reaches of the River Orwell. Most of

the boats here seem to be stuck in the mud forever, so it was odd to find this gangway

unattended by either type. For once I was in the right place at the right time with a camera.

The fog acted as a diffusion filter, so the picture didn't need much tweaking other than the

application of a sepia toner. Somewhere out there in the mud is my wife's Canon Ixus 40, to be

found one day in the distant future when the river has changed course and some unlucky metal

detectorist, in the few seconds between discovery and reveal, thinks he's found the horde of King

John.

Pin Mill on a good day