Port Penn, Delaware, USA

This was one of those scenes you honestly had to experience yourself to fully appreciate. At a small park in Port Penn commonly used for deer hunting I found this road that ran through a body of water. Wanting to capture good pictures of the thick fog(usually a photographer's nightmare) I walked the dirt road, until I got to this point. Many people don't realize how much a thick fog can effect your bearings. The road was far longer than I had thought and a large portion had nothing but water on either side. Looking back where I came from the land wasn't visible, and ahead the road vanished in the thick fog as well. I was all alone on a narrow strip of land, walls of white all around me. Though I knew I was in no danger, knowing exactly which direction I came from, a sense of fear and loneliness came over me. There was no sky, no bay, no ocean, no land. Nothing but the eerie quiet that comes with fog, occasionally broken by the sound of wings rustling when a bird flew by.

A quick note. This picture was taken in the direction I came from. I was the only person in the park and the road had sustained so much damage from Hurricane Sandy it couldn't be driven on. Fog is incredibly hard to really capture but its one of my favorite forms of "bad" weather. Coincidentally most of my pictures taken today don't really express the true feeling of what it was actually like. I walked another small nearby park at the tiny town of Augustine Beach which was equally eerie, but had the added sound of waves crashing to break the silence.