I admit it – I have a fog fetish.  There’s something so surreal, eerie and mystical about fog that silently swirls over and through everything, now concealing, then revealing glimpses here and there.  As a photographer it is irresistible. You can take photo after photo and each one will be a little different depending on where it lifts or settles.  Anyway, it was thick this morning, and these are some images I took of the neighborhood on my way to work.