I really wanted to grab a perfect long exposure of this scene in Slave Lake, but just as I started to set up I realized I left a piece to my tripod at an apartment five minutes from here. (Don’t you hate when that happens?) I rushed to grab it and get back, but when I returned a fog had moved in and taken over the starry sky. I learned something though; there is fog in Slave Lake, something I haven’t really seen much of since I left the east coast of Canada to make the cross-country trek. Somehow it’s consistency seems a little different to me than back on the Bay of Fundy though, and it increased the eeriness of this photograph.