There's something so romanticly haunting about fog. The feeling of desolation, it's ability to let the imagination spin freely and the muffling effect it can have on distracting sounds. Too bad I'm not more of a morning person.

 

This was shot just before I went to work. I didn't nail any composition that satisfied what I felt in my minds eye this time, but as I began playing with the colours afterwards it got a little closer. I used an old photo with only greys and rusty oranges to colour it. Here I used the same photo to add some subtle texture as well.