Collection: Fogbound

I love winter in Canberra.  Sunny clear days, blue blue skies.  And foggy mornings.  Lots of foggy mornings.

Images of fog, or as I prefer to call them Fogtography, are everywhere in Canberra in winter.  They never get old to me.

Fog means quiet, still mornings.  It means calm.  It means something slightly ethereal or even eerie.

Fog gets me out of bed before 6am and into several layers of clothes, coffee mug in hand, to venture outside.  

Here are some fogtographs that might explain why.