Taken by my husband on a foggy autumn evening, I love this picture. Maybe in part because I know what lies beneath the fog, I can see the lighthouse, the houses, the wide expanse of coast and waves. But for this moment, all details were hidden, the air was wet and cold, and sound was muted. And the calm evening was approaching as we headed home.
It’s not a perfect picture but it reminds me of coming home in the evening, and in that there is a simple beauty and a feeling of security.