So, sticking to the plan I made my drive a couple more miles to those apple trees perched on the hill and when I got there I just wasn't feeling it. Not enough fog to seperate those trees from the background chaos so, plan B, shoot that little island I saw on the way in. I rushed back to the spot hoping the fog wouldn't lift and and the sun wasn't too high. Despite the frosty september temperatures and numb fingers it was a meditative morning with just me, the ducks, the fog and the Island being warmed by the rising sun. Create your personal portfolio page and let us share it monthly to over 400,000 members and followers.