I’ve never been a morning person and this time of year, as the days get rapidly shorter and shorter, can be tough. Some mornings the only thing keeping me sane is opening up my eyes to the beauty of a Pacific Northwest sunrise. And this week, at least, that sunrise is just about the same time as I leave to take the kids to school. When the sky is particularly breathtaking or the the fog dreamily attractive, my girls and I talk about the beauty we see or the changes we notice. If I have time, I will try to do a photo shoot after I drop them off. Unfortunately, those beautiful scenes we see are often already quite different even 15 minutes later. The light has changed, or the fog has lifted.
A few days ago I has such an experience. I was certain if I went to a park I’ve photographed before, I’d find some great fog still clinging to the hill. I went through a an urban forest that it easily accessible, even by car. But, alas, most of the fog had disappeared by the time I got there. Still, this shot seemed like a good representation of a fall morning in Seattle.