Woke up earlier than I meant to, saw the fog out the window, grabbed coffee and walked to the bridge instead of back to bed. No camera; the phone was fine for this.
There’s something about fog that makes everything a little more generous. It edits the world for you. You don’t have to think about the composition because the composition is just: the thing you can see, and the thing you barely can.
Was at my desk by 9:30. Good morning.
