After dropping H off for gymnastics practice at 6:45 a.m., I headed north to find pastures blanketed in early morning mist. It was a very zen experience for me, as I was exercising great patience in waiting for the right shoot to present itself to me. There were several stops that i could have made, but I did not feel as if they were the shoots meant to be taken this morning.
Then, upon cresting a hill on Tufton Road, I saw this huge cloud still clinging to earth. It had not yet let go into the early morning and rise away into the day. I turned off of Tufton and went deeply into the mist, but I could not find the place that called me this morning. I know I was close. Very close. But indeed, the mist eluded me this morning.