It’s a mysterious presence based on absence. A vague cloud that roams across the sea and engulfs whatever it meets, causes even the strongest land forms to blink out. I love watching the action – the way fog sends out fingers of white, rolls in banks of gray. The way the air feels dense and moist. The drips. The smells. Sometimes it wavers – as if it were trying to make up its mind – advance, retreat, or both. The Fog Withdraws is about that presence and moment, when the fog is indeterminate, wavering, before finally beginning its retreat. Enjoy. Details below.