Drab, colorless gray is the norm for foggy mornings in the northeast, as if the new sunlight succumbs to the wet element trapped between earth and sky. It isn’t weakness or laziness on the part of the sun, it is confidence. Letting the thick layers of fog engulf everything in sight is an allowance, a permission granted to a weaker rival. But in the final stretch, light rules over dark and color rules over black and white. And then, everything is tinted rosy and gold.
(Photos: October 2016 – Along the waterways of Long Island, New York)
Toils of the creatures of the night suspended in tinted fog.Walking along a fog-covered track.Autumn colors popping through the haze.Ocean inlet in foggy softness.Setting off in low visibility.Sunrise in gold, coming through the fog.