Just before spring arrived, Mystic gave us a preview — a day swallowed almost entirely by fog. It settled in thick and stayed. Driving along the river and around every bend, there were a few scenes worth stopping for.
At Mystic River Park, I caught the bridge disappearing into the fog — very dreamlike! What made the shot even better was a lone figure on the bridge, camera raised, photographing the same quiet I was. Besides the two of us, the park was completely empty. The temperature cooperated perfectly too.
By evening, the fog had finally burned off and blue skies peeked through the clouds. Foggy days are a great reminder for me to slow down and sit with the stillness, especially living in a town that rarely stops moving!
