This morning I was at the foot of rock crusher hill, right in front of the mean people's house, when I saw light spilling through the lifting fog. I hate it for me when I have to park in front of their house because they aren't friendly towards me. At all. It just seems that this spot always has the most magical light and the mean people are put there to make my photography more of a sport. Fortunately, no one saw me. This time.
