"Yea, all which it inherit - shall dissolve, and like this insubstantial pageant faded, leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff as dreams are made on - and our little life is rounded with a sleep." Tempest Act 4 William Shakespeare
It was quite foggy this morning, actually it was pretty darn foggy. But by the time I dropped my son off at school, grabbed the camera and monopod, a lot of the fog had dissipated. But I marched on. I especially love shooting trees in the fog because the atmospheric perspective changes so rapidly through the branches...from the sharp and distinct shapes in the foreground to a wispy tissue colored softness in the background.
This was photographed at ISO 800, f6.3 at 160th of a second, camera is on a monopod for support.