Machu Picchu in Peru opens early. For those like me not hiking the Inca Trail an early morning bus at 5AM takes you up the steep mountain to the entrance. The ticket line seems long but it moved quickly. Entering the grounds was aided by the path, a necessary aide given the thick cover of fog that still hung in the air. When I first walked past this tiny stone house I thought I was walking into the heart of the old city. As the sun rose illuminating the fog in an eerie white glow, I began to realize that was not the case. I found a comfortable place to sit and watch nature’s morning show. As the sun rose, the fog slowly burned away gently allowing Machu Picchu to reveal itself to me. While I don’t have the proper equipment to truly capture this pre-dawn soupy ambience, I miraculously was able to get this Suh-Weet shot before all the fog was gone.