Foggy, Foggy Night

Call me eccentric, but one of the great pleasures I take from working the night shift is Scooby-Dooing all over a site that I know (and love) every square inch of (even the stinging nettle patches). Tonight, the site has been uncommonly beautiful, as one of our characteristic fogs has settled over the area, softening the light, and even the sodium lights of the parking lot take on a faerie aspect:

Using a flashlight doesn't help one navigate the site much, because the beam manifests as a luminous cone which hides more than it reveals:

Everything takes on an indistinct cast- well known trees become amorphous blobs, the streetlights become radiant luminaria ringed by golden halos. There's a downside to all of this beauty, though, the humidity is so damn bad, I feel grubby as hell, and even I'm having a bad hair night,