A Foggy Portrait of the Hudson River
There's something so hauntingly beautiful about the fog. Ever since I was a child driving through the ghats between Pune and Mumbai with my grandfather, often times through the fog, I've always been so very captivated by it. To me, it's one of those rare times when the clouds come down to our level and cover everything in an ethereal blanket. The world always seems quieter and calmer. More. beautiful. More haunting. It's fleeting since the sun almost always burns it away.