It’s fog season again in Houston, and I couldn’t be more happy about it. Fog is funny. On one hand, it is the great concealer of things, but on the other, it only serves to magnify one’s subject, ridding the periphery of the unnecessary. To me, the beauty isn’t so much the fog itself, but the subjects that are made all the more beautiful or mysterious by being immersed in that very fog.
Paradise under Lock and Key was taken this past week on one of our splendidly foggy mornings. It was the holiday weekend, so most were still tucked away in bed. It was just me, the sunrise, and a little mist blanketing the ground. Not a bad way to start the day.