A Foggy Sunday Morning

“I must go in, the fog is rising.”
~Emily Dickinson (her last words)

I woke up at about 6 am which surprised me because I had gone to bed late.  I laid there in bed, pinned to the bed by a sleeping pit bull, wondering why I was awake.  But awake I was.

So I read for a bit with the assumption that it would put me back to sleep.


I finally snuck out of bed for coffee.  I figured if I was awake that I may as well just start my day.  As I made my coffee, I marveled at the fog outside.

God, I love fog.

I finished my coffee, then snuck back in the bedroom to get dressed.  My camera and the fog were calling me – telling me to go explore.  G was awake and asked what I was doing. I explained, and he decided he had time to come with me.  Score! Some places I go are easier to shoot when I have a driver.

The fog was starting to lift, and I almost went back inside figuring the moment was lost.  But I figured I would see how much it had really lifted before deciding what to do. I found some good places where the fog was still lingering.

I shot about 50 photos, then headed home.  The fog was lifting; it was time to go inside.  It was time to put down the camera and do other things.

What do you think?

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.