Morning Fog Stories – A Gallery of Vanishing Moments

February—2025. Fog doesn’t ask permission. It arrives unannounced, painting over the town like a forgotten memory. On this morning, Natchitoches disappeared into a soft, silvery abyss—streetlights hummed in the haze, reflections stretched and warped in the damp streets, and for a few perfect hours, the world felt like it existed in slow motion.

This gallery is a tribute to those ephemeral moments. The kind of morning where the river fades into nothingness, bridges lead to nowhere, and headlights carve through the mist like searchlights in an old noir film. These are the images of silence and solitude, of a town caught between night and day, of time slipping through my fingers as the sun burned it all away.

Every shot here is a reminder: photography isn’t about what you see. It’s about what you feel. And this morning? This morning felt like a dream.