I think a lot about the concept of safety. Not “look both ways before you cross the street” safety. Not “learn your WHIMIS symbols” safety. Not “double check you turned off your straightener” safety. But some sort of existential, opposite of precarity, sense of safety.
Okay, I think about the straightener one all of the time too.
For some reason fog has always made me feel safe.
All that to say, this image is now up in the print shop. Maybe you feel the same way about fog and want some of it in your home at all times. Maybe you have a friend who desperately misses the East Coast. Maybe you just think it’s pretty. Whatever your reason, I encourage you to consider getting a copy for yourself or a loved one.