The air was still cool this morning as I stood on the edge of a remote pond in Western Maine, not far from the Canadian border, hoping that just a little piece of the rising sun would break through the fog that had begun to roll in. The call of a loon in the distance echoed as I waited patiently for this moment that only last a few minutes before the fog became so thick that from the shoreline the lake looked as though it were never even there.
Ian Shive Photography 