Above the Fog

I pulled over. I was already going to be late to work. I figured I'd be more late. The marine layer had settled below the cliff in a way that made the lighthouse appear to be standing on a cloud. The headland was just visible to the left. Everything else — the keeper's quarters, the road, the parking lot — was hidden under a layer of soft white that stretched all the way to the horizon. The composition is doing almost no work. The lighthouse is small. The headland is small. Most of the frame is empty, soft, gray-white. That's the whole point. The frame is mostly absence, and the lighthouse is the smallest mark in it — barely there, just enough to anchor the eye. I have not seen it look like this before. I have not seen it look like this since.