A cold, October morning on top of the world.  I was, figuratively, and almost literally, too.  Carl, Brent, and I scouted this area the prior day with the express intent of shooting a sunrise overlook of the Smoky forest.  Little did we know we would be so lucky as to have such a wonderfully foggy valley.

The colors were phenomenal, and the mood from the side lighting and rising fog was captivating.  It was a cold morning, but especially so on top of the mountain with a slight breeze and clear skies.

Beyond the upper left corner of this image was Townsend, TN, the small community we stayed in during the trip.  It was covered in fog until 10:30 or so.  When we returned for morning coffee at our favorite coffee shop following this shoot, it was almost as if we stepped into another world where there was no sun and the mist gave misgivings of potential rain.  But having seen the “larger picture” from on high at sunrise, we knew it was only a matter of time until the warm sunshine burned off the fog and set the stage for another full day of colorful exploring and shooting.

The Smokies from Foothills Parkway

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