I love foggy mornings. It feels moody out there, like the Earth has not quite woken up, and there is usually a greater silence than on clear mornings. I don’t know why that is - perhaps the fog muffles sound, but it just feels different to me. I would shoot in fog all the time if I could. I love it. One challenge is of course that you can’t really predict it.
On the morning I shot this up in the Texas hill country, I woke up and just happened to look outside and see the low fog, then I grabbed my gear and ran for this creek! I knew the fleeting nature of things like fog - in many ways, it’s just like the fleeting nature of light. If you wait for a few minutes, it will be gone. So time is always of the essence, if you’re a photographer. And we are always in a hurry to be in the right spot. Things can literally change in an instant. Luckily, this fog hung around (no pun intended) for a while and I was able to grab quite a few different shots. A good morning, really!