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I pulled over on a narrow, uneasy stretch of road, jumped from the van, scrambled fences, and very nearly sacrificed an ankle in the process, all for what I could see unfolding above. Fog was rolling inland from the sea, dissolving the boundary between land and sky until the two became indistinguishable.
At first, it felt endless. Just mist. Then, slowly, a faint tree line revealed itself, a quiet interruption cutting through the haze. I framed only what was necessary, letting the darker forms anchor the image while the fog continued to drift, soft, weightless, and unresolved.
A fleeting scene, held together by contrast and instinct, gone almost as quickly as it appeared.
Photo by: Jordan Basten
THE WORK
I pulled over on a narrow, uneasy stretch of road, jumped from the van, scrambled fences, and very nearly sacrificed an ankle in the process, all for what I could see unfolding above. Fog was rolling inland from the sea, dissolving the boundary between land and sky until the two became indistinguishable.
At first, it felt endless. Just mist. Then, slowly, a faint tree line revealed itself, a quiet interruption cutting through the haze. I framed only what was necessary, letting the darker forms anchor the image while the fog continued to drift, soft, weightless, and unresolved.
A fleeting scene, held together by contrast and instinct, gone almost as quickly as it appeared.
Photo by: Jordan Basten
THE WORK
THE WORK
I pulled over on a narrow, uneasy stretch of road, jumped from the van, scrambled fences, and very nearly sacrificed an ankle in the process, all for what I could see unfolding above. Fog was rolling inland from the sea, dissolving the boundary between land and sky until the two became indistinguishable.
At first, it felt endless. Just mist. Then, slowly, a faint tree line revealed itself, a quiet interruption cutting through the haze. I framed only what was necessary, letting the darker forms anchor the image while the fog continued to drift, soft, weightless, and unresolved.
A fleeting scene, held together by contrast and instinct, gone almost as quickly as it appeared.
Photo by: Jordan Basten
THE EDITION
SIGNED & NUMBERED
Edition of 30 per size.
ARCHIVAL PRODUCTION
Fine-art photographic print.
FRAMED OR UNFRAMED
Available as print only or framed.
CERTIFICATE OF AUTHENTICITY
Included with every artwork.
DESIGNED FOR CONSIDERED SPACES
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