Through the Lens

Between November and February, every morning, before the daily grind takes over, I open my window and look outside. I’m not checking for rain or sunshine—no. I’m looking for one thing: fog. It’s become a habit, a little ritual. Some mornings, the air is crisp and clear, and I simply close the window. But other times, when everything is wrapped in that thick, mysterious haze, I feel a rush of excitement. Those are the mornings I grab my camera, pack my gear, and head out without hesitation, chasing fog.