“Always even-tempered, he spent most of his time out of doors, going on long expeditions
even in the worst of weather, or when it was fine sitting on a camp stool
somewhere near the house in his white smock, a straw hat on this head
painting watercolors. When he was thus engaged
he generally wore glasses with gray silk tissue in the lenses in the frames
so that the landscape appeared through a fine veil that muted its colours,
and the weight of the world dissolved before your eyes.”
From Austerlitz by W.G. Sebold
Hovering between polarities, I am attracted to both the highly detailed, intimate close-up and the blurred, indistinct image with no focal point.
The quote seems to dwell at the fog-drenched end of the spectrum, but maybe not – those tissue-covered lenses may allow a few details to be picked out of the veil.