Penning Photography Daily

There was fog last night as the cold air moved in, covering the warm moist earth with a gauzy blanket of white.

There’s a special type of light that happens with fog. I want to find it and use it. Typically, this means getting up early or staying up late, as the conditions for fog occur most frequently with the change of night into day. Soon after sunrise, the fog is most often swiftly diminished to nothing with the warm rays of the sun. Not always, but most of the time.

I should have gotten up before the sunrise.

Here, a field of prairie grass is covered in frost from the overnight chill, and there’s just a hint of the fog left, seen as a haze in the distance. The light of the rising sun is shining on over half of the field, and can most clearly be seen on the trees to the right of frame.

Those trees remind me of soldiers, standing at attention in the light of a superior officer performing an inspection. They stand before the sun and soak up the light.

Another day, I’m resolving to get up before the sun and get the elusive fog images that fill my mind with anticipation.

One day.