Waking up early to chase the fog is always a special experience. There’s something magical about stepping outside before the world fully wakes up, when the air is thick with mist, and the city is still asleep. That quiet stillness, broken only by distant birdsong, makes the effort of leaving a warm bed worthwhile. Fog transforms the landscape, softening edges, hiding details, and creating an almost dreamlike atmosphere that’s perfect for photography.
As I ventured further from the city, the mist grew denser, wrapping trees, roads, and fields in a veil of mystery. Every turn offered a new scene—branches barely visible through the haze, a lone streetlamp glowing softly, or a hidden path revealing itself as the fog gently shifted. These are the moments when the camera becomes more than just a tool; it becomes a way to capture the feeling of the morning itself.
Then, as the sun slowly began to rise, it painted the fog with golden light. The contrast between the cool, moody mist and the warm sunbeams filtering through was breathtaking. It’s that perfect, fleeting moment when nature presents something so simple yet so striking. A few minutes later, the sun gained strength, the fog thinned, and the world started to return to its usual clarity.
Photography in these conditions is both a challenge and a joy. The constantly changing light, the unpredictability of the fog, and the balance between exposure and contrast make it an exciting process. But beyond the technical aspects, it’s about being present—watching, feeling, and capturing what unfolds in front of you.
That morning’s adventure reminded me why I love photography. It’s not just about the images but about the experience itself—the quiet journey, the anticipation, and the reward of witnessing nature’s fleeting beauty. Sometimes, all it takes is an early alarm and a bit of curiosity to see the world in a different light.
Here are a few shots from that foggy morning in Lithuania :)
Whenever I see fog rolling in or just beginning to form, I can’t resist grabbing my camera and heading out if I have the chance. There’s something about the way fog changes the ordinary into something almost otherworldly that always draws me in. On another day, I was lucky enough to witness an incredibly thick fog that completely transformed the landscape. Trees faded into silhouettes, buildings disappeared into the white abyss, and the entire world felt like a quiet, hidden place. I’m including some shots from that morning as well—another reminder of why I never miss a chance to chase the mist when it appears.
