Fishing in the Fog

I knew where she fished, so I kept coming back to that beach for weeks, not knowing what shot precisely I was looking for, just knowing that the potential was there. Then one night the wrestling waters of the river and the sea brought forth golden mists with the setting sun. And as I shot the beautiful landscape, I thought to myself, the only thing that would make this better would be my old friend the fisherman. A moment later she obliged.