The temperature was no indication that anything was different this morning, no obvious sign that the Northern Hemisphere had quietly drifted into the fall season, but there was fog, the first fog of the season. There’s something mysterious and beautiful about the way fog rises and dips among the trees and across the marshes and creeks. Although not strikingly obvious in these photos, the fog softened the landscape and the distant views of marsh and trees.
Sometimes, when the tide is slack and there is no breath of wind, the water so perfectly mirrors the sky that it’s hard to figure what is sky and what is water, what is physically before you and what is a mirror image. This was just one of those evenings.
So this is when you set out with a purpose and vision for an image, and things don’t quite go the way you planned. I drove an hour to Lake Moultrie one of the evenings during Comet NEOWISE’s visit, and the clouds were just way too thick to reveal any celestial activity. When ya don’t get what you want, you just shoot what ya got!
