Our fall has continued dry, yet yesterday morning I awoke to a thickness of fog hanging in the air.  I grabbed my camera and drove about five miles north to one of our urban lakes.  The further north I went the thinner the fog, until I arrived at the lake with blue skies and a beautiful sunrise.  I was a bit bummed that I wasn’t getting the fog that I was hoping for, but I continued to photograph the lake and the fall colors.  After about 30 minutes the setting changed, and the fog enveloped the far shore, then rolled across the lake from south to north.  The atmosphere was just what I was hoping for.  As I waited the fisherman moved closer to the point and I made this image.  Two minutes later the fog had thickened even more and the fisherman was not visible and the even the reflections were hidden behind the fog.  As fleeting and unpredictable as it can be, I love the ethereal and softening effect that fog can give to an image.

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