The Fog Catchers 003
The fog rolls in, the fog rolls out. And as it passes through the nets, images linger like dew from all the scattered memories.
Edits from film and video, mobile phone footage, digital uploads, all caught in the tracery. Objects, landscapes, people. The dead…
It’s cool. The world before I was born. Way before, most of it. I like that kind of weird connection.
So we head back down, captures in my backpack. Just a single half-decent image, a few other scrapings. But they feel so precious.
And that’s how the story begins. My life. Up early each day, attend the nets, then school. Home, to see dad working on the transfers.
Me helping, learning, getting in the way. Making shimmercasts, smokepods, vapouramas. Anything that could hold an image in place.
And then every Saturday, we’d head down the Sparkle Market, making sales. That’s important. Because that’s where I met Jake.