There is something about fog and mist that gets a photographer’s heart stirring, I’m not sure what it is, perhaps because fog and mist give our world a beautiful and evocative shroud and softening. They suggest quiet and peacefulness. We have not seen the sun for nearly two weeks, day after day of rain, snow, sleet, clouds and mist. I miss the sun, I miss the color and light, both of those things affect me.

But I love the early morning mist as well, there is something timeless and spiritual about it. There are rumors that the sun will show itself tomorrow, at least briefly. I will be ready.