“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.