Although I did not take this photo, it comes closest to what I was trying to describe in my journal when I wrote this about the dawn during my drive north through Florida.

Sunrise along the edge of the Atlantic in the distance was magical. There was a mist on the ground between silhouettes of palms and pines, in layers determined by farmland and timbered land and lakes. The ethereal fog picked up the pastels of dawn, in colored zones. It made me long for an ISO 1000 digital camera. What a privilege it was to watch that slow sunrise! When the sun finally burned off the mists I nearly wept at the loss.