The fog lifted.
We could see everything.
There was nothing left to see.
Scenes worthy of calendars abounded. And that is the point. We'd seen them before on postcards and magazine covers, available in the public domain, furnished by the visitors bureau.
A more subtle landscape stays with us longer. At the time it may seem hardly worth photographing until we stop, until we are still, until we renew our acquaintance with the ebb and flow that surround us.
Be it the currents of a tidal river filling in reverse, or a tree-lined road to a beach known mostly to locals, the fog helps us take a closer look.
Some might call it meditation.
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