Lost in a swirling fog, both literal and metaphorical, I kept searching for the perfect shot. Doubt clouded my vision, mirroring the thick mist that held to the landscape. Miles ticked by, rain blurring the windshield at times, each turn revealing only more of the same. Discouragement engulfed me but a short break in the atmosphere offered a glimpse of this ethereal scene. Was this real? The fog, once an obstacle, became a frame, revealing the iconic Hood River bridge in a way I haven’t seen before. I got lucky, the air was very still, nothing was moving, except for the dancing fog around. This was a reminder that sometimes, the most breathtaking life’s turns emerge from moments of surrender. We need to keep moving, even when the path seems obscured, we will discover the most profound beauty.
