This is Stow Lake, Golden Gate Park, on a foggy October morning. These are my stompin’ grounds. I’m always in search of the defining shot, or the defining image treatment, but of course both are elusive. I think the best I can hope for is a series of images that approach this mood — this time of day, this silence of fog, this persistence of color in the whitewash of fog — with each image angling toward the idea in its own way. I continue to work on that series.