We don’t get snow here in Sacramento, but we are famous for the fog. Yesterday it settled deep and didn’t burn off until almost noon. A first for me, photographing fog, I grabbed my camera and 50mm lens, drove down to the park by our house and proceeded to step in the thick fog…and soaking grass. My Chucks and long jeans didn’t thank me.
Some days these photos could be a metaphor for the deep fog that may settle on you or I. All the things we need to do or to be. But the wonderful thing is that the fog burns off, maybe later than we want, maybe later than normal…but it always burns off.