I spent the last couple of days up in Seattle in the worst fog they've seen in years. It was a beautiful time there, everything sunken below the layer of white. The characters were abound, I could have shot all 73 portraits just in one day. Still being the shy one, I only approached one man at Pike's market. His presence was both sullen and bright, playing beautiful & lively music for we market wanderers. I didn't get to chat with him, as he went right back into his music, taken away by whatever place he was imagining in his head, probably far away from the fog enveloping him.