Into Fog
While the temperature here in NC has finally dipped into winter I keep having a recurring daydream from day to day that I have been increasingly frustrated by because of the fact that I am unable to fulfill it. I find myself craving a few hours sitting at a humble coffee shop but not just any coffee shop, one that I’m not so sure actually exits.
In my head the cafe is located in a small wood cabin, counter in the back corner, a coat rack by an old wooden door, and couches and arm chairs scattered about. Old rugs on the floor among the seating area and miscellaneous debris from the woods are scattered on the walls. In the center of one wall is a nice stone fireplace containing a sizable fire that keeps the place warm. Any time I imagine this place I picture myself next to the fire, coffee in hand as I get lost staring into the flames.
Is that so much to ask? On days like the one photographed above taken on a short hiking trip with YoungDoo through fog and rain it’s a tempting desire for sure.
Sometimes I have this transient moment of thinking the scene I was looking at , or I was in, very very familiar to me, as if it occurred sometime before for more than once… even though my sense told me I was never there before.
Nice fog. Remind me of silent hill.
Sounds to me like you’re describing a cabin in the woods rather than a coffee shop.. Maybe one day you can buy one exactly like this? :)
@Dave: do you mean “The Cabin”? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ua1FAlHt_Ys
@John: Awesome shot as always, thanks for sharing! (: