I think I may have a problem

So tonight we got home late a wonderful evening of wandering the city and photographing. We were in our PJs hanging on the couch editting our images talking about how successful tonights shoot was.....and suddenly our conversation was interrupted by the loud blast of the fog horn......FOG HORN....OMG....THE FOG HORN = FOG!!!

I looked at my husband and he looked at me....and we dashed off to put on our street clothes again grab our gear and rush out to do some night photography in the fog. Forget that we both had work the next morning...who needs to sleep anyway.

For the last 2 months I have been going on and on and on and on about how I have wanted to photograph a certain bridge in town during the fog. The image of it was very clear in my head. So we rushed across town to the exact spot I had imagined getting the picture from....and we couldn't see anything. The fog was so heavy you could barely see more than 10 feet infront of you.

After doing a small frustrated artist dance we decided to go to my back up location. Clearly the universe knew more than I did...this was the image I was meant to get. Not the one I had imagine.