Fog – that heavy moisture that cannot be absorbed into the atmosphere. I love to sit or walk through fog. I want to learn, or maybe to experiment is a better word, to photograph fog.

I look out my window – this is a fall or spring phenomenon usually – and can see the fog from the creek across the road. It creeps up the bank and soon is engulfing my neighbor’s home – the horse barn, the dog house disappear in the fog. Soon the fog has crawled up the drive and is approaching the group of three mailboxes sitting there on the road’s edge. They, too, disappear.

The fog will disappear but as the year slowly walks towards its end, the fog will stay longer and longer each day.