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A Moment of Beauty
Had an odd time jogging last week - this was the day when the current cold snap hit BTW (March 4) - though it wasn't cold when I went running. First, I woke up at 4:50 and couldn't get back to sleep. In-and-of-itself that's odd.
Next, it was very foggy that morning. Visibility was about 200 meters. This had the non-intuitive effect of making it easier to see. Why is that? Well at jogging speed (rather than driving speed), 200 meters is more than sufficient to keep from getting creamed. Also there was so much light diffusion that I didn't need my headlamp.
Behind the Pumphouse Theater was a scene that made me wish I was a photographer. The Pumphouse theater is fairly secluded despite being in the center of Calgary. It's pinned between the railroad tracks and the river in a light industrial section of town. Behind the theater is a large field. The theater itself is to the south of the field, the river is to the north. To the east and west are small copses of trees. During daylight it has a rolling sort of tranquillity to it, like a little piece of serenity in the middle of ugly industrial wilderness and freeway overpasses.
As I jogged down the river I came to this spot, as I do every time I go for a run. Today however, it was well before dawn and ice fog hung in the air.
A dozen street lamps lit the field from various angles and each was surrounded by an aura of light that one only sees in fog or smoke. In addition, all the crappy scenery (Crowchild trail for example) was not visible due to the fog. The field, the fog, the light, they all combined to make the sort of tableau that you only see in very expensive prints and old French movies - and here it was for real in the middle of Cowtown.
I just stopped and stared for a couple of minutes.
Next, it was very foggy that morning. Visibility was about 200 meters. This had the non-intuitive effect of making it easier to see. Why is that? Well at jogging speed (rather than driving speed), 200 meters is more than sufficient to keep from getting creamed. Also there was so much light diffusion that I didn't need my headlamp.
Behind the Pumphouse Theater was a scene that made me wish I was a photographer. The Pumphouse theater is fairly secluded despite being in the center of Calgary. It's pinned between the railroad tracks and the river in a light industrial section of town. Behind the theater is a large field. The theater itself is to the south of the field, the river is to the north. To the east and west are small copses of trees. During daylight it has a rolling sort of tranquillity to it, like a little piece of serenity in the middle of ugly industrial wilderness and freeway overpasses.
As I jogged down the river I came to this spot, as I do every time I go for a run. Today however, it was well before dawn and ice fog hung in the air.
A dozen street lamps lit the field from various angles and each was surrounded by an aura of light that one only sees in fog or smoke. In addition, all the crappy scenery (Crowchild trail for example) was not visible due to the fog. The field, the fog, the light, they all combined to make the sort of tableau that you only see in very expensive prints and old French movies - and here it was for real in the middle of Cowtown.
I just stopped and stared for a couple of minutes.