A morning walk among the fog, camera in hand.

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You could hear the trees. A freeze overnight did not last long, as the sun rose, it made quick work of the cold. Sent the drone to capture the mist fog and contrast.

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A short walk from my house this morning led me to the swampland at the corner. From my driveway, I could tell there was a scene worth capturing—fog settled low, and the light was cutting through just right. As I walked, I ran into neighbors, had a few conversations, and one used “crepuscular” to describe the light. No clue what it meant at the time, but it sounded cool. A quick search later, I agreed with the definition—though it led me down a rabbit hole of words like penumbra, pareidolia, and photic – all of which would work here too. Way too much learning that early in the morning.

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Down Wellington Street in the fog of the night.

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The sky settled on the ground today.

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