Walking Through Fog.

November 17, 2016



Dawn is my favorite time of day.

Here in the Catskills, during the late days of summer, in the wee hours, we get radiation fog filling up our valleys, especially when we’ve had a clear night.

I like to wake up around 5:00am, grab my camera, and walk.

I walk through the fog, take a few pics, and meditate.

Ever so slowly, as I put one foot in front of the other, I let my surroundings reveal themselves to me. No morning is ever the same, and I always see new things. It’s always an adventure, and it’s always magical.

Ever since I was a little kid, I’ve been fascinated by how fog can completely transform the prosaic and familiar into something mysterious and exotic. My driveway, a road that I’ve driven and walked countless times, becomes suddenly a haunted and surreal place that completely transforms my perspective. The old becomes new and the new becomes fresh.

Walking through fog is one of life’s great pleasures, don’t you think?

Isn’t it great to be alive?


“It’s not the clear sighted who rule the world. Great achievements are accomplished in a blessed, warm fog.”

– Joseph Conrad