I can remember at that time Dad was leaving for work very early in the mornings and he'd always be worried about me having driven home in that thick fog. I didn't always drive safely at all, but in the fog I did and I tried to assure him I did. I'm not sure he believed me. Stories of my sister and I racing our cars may have gotten back to him.
These are all pictures of a peaceful foggy morning I enjoyed one day this summer. They are all taken from my front yard.