When I first moved to the country, in the early mornings, I took Luna for walks on the most beautiful acreage. Sometimes I’d get there and couldn’t see more than 50 feet in front of me. The trees in the distance looked like they were floating in a cloud.I couldn’t wait to photograph them. Sometimes the images did not translate the magic and mystery from the trees in the mist. Every now and then, I’d get lucky though and make an image that captured that haunting white halo lingering around the tree. I love the mystery in the air and that kind of day… foggy and misty all around with outlines of bushes and trees in the distance. It’s a great reminder for me, to embrace the mystery in life and to stop trying to see everything so clearly.