I woke up one morning in Mae Hong Son to a thick morning fog. I'm no stranger to fog as I grew up outside San Francisco, but fog in a foreign place always feels different. It somehow shrouds an already mysterious place in even more mystery.
I ventured out into the thick mist to photograph this new place - and a temple that had fascinated me in photographs and was the reason I had come to Mae Hong Son in the first place.
The mist enveloped the Burmese-style spires, the gold sparkled in constrast with the gray dingy skyline. Striking.