This morning, I woke up to a dense fog, it shrouded the farm obscured the barn and the trees and pasture, it was womb-like, soft and quiet and all encompassing. I got my infrared camera, I wondered if the sun was up there somewhere, and IR photography is the photography of the unseen, the camera saw the sun rising over the pasture, even thought it was invisible to my eye. In an hour, the sun had burned off the fog, and it was just another morning. This fog, it was mystical.