Leather Tor, Dartmoor, UK
Mist and low lying fog have always alluded me in my photographic years, no matter how many times I've woken up before dawn to catch a glimpse of this spectacle I've never really had the conditions I've hoped for. Luckily for me the forecast last weekend was just too good and I set my alarm at 4am in hope of something amazing. Heading through fog I emerged onto the higher moor roads to be greeted with a thick blanket of mist with only a few tors visible. As the wind picked up the mist began to retreat at in incredible rate. Dashing out of the car I headed to a spot I knew well. Waiting for the light I watched as the mist wax and waned like crashing waves in and around Burrator. This is one of those moments of awe and spectacle and one I hope to witness again not in the too distant future.