A Bridge Unabridged

One evening I received a call from my mother informing me that a unusual amount of fog was rolling into town, she said that I should try and get a picture of it somewhere. I had just the location in mind.
I decided to head to a local golf course that I had passed months before during a similar fog, that day I noticed that there was almost a pool of fog the collected beneath a small bridge. I quickly gathered up all my camera gear and bolted for the golf course. By the time I arrived, the fog was in the distance and hanging on the horizon. I wasn't going to leave without a picture now was I?
I decided to use HDR photography again to capture the minuscule amount of fog that remained.

So I give you the product of my tardiness:

The grass isn't greener on the other side just in case you were wondering.

Not only did I fail to capture the fog, I ended up bending one of the legs to my tri-pod and now it doesn't really work right.

Say Cheese.