Fog was not part of my plan early yesterday morning. It was apparent that even as the fog cleared, the skies would be overcast at best.
At my first stop I found it hard to use the light to capture the scene. Moving between locations I was feeling far from pleased. My overcast mood was high-jacking my creative thoughts.
A large hawk flew into the trees along the creek up the road. As I looked up the creek, I couldn’t find the bird because my creative thoughts and the fog cleared.
