I went to Meech Creek Valley in the wee hours of the morning this week because I knew that the beautiful weather we’d been having during the daytime along with the cold nights would result in early morning fog and I didn’t want to miss it. What is there about a foggy scene that pulls us in? Some mystery? Is it haunting? Do we feel drawn to experience the amorphous? The vague? Does it peak our curiousity about what’s to emerge and become visible? For me its all of the above which is why fog continues to draw me and I sit and wait and experience all the different moods.
