Out for a walk the other day, I was surprised by an apparently unusual sight in summer. The fog rolled in. I always find fog magical. And since, except for San Francisco, I’ve mostly lived in places where sunshine is more common than fog, I enjoy it. It’s foggy (well, more overcast) today, but it’s already burning off and the afternoon is supposed to be gloriously sunny once again.
|ON THE WATERFRONT. THE PASEO FRONTING THE MARINA.|
|LOOKING BACK TOWARD HOME (ABOUT 1.5 KM/1 MILE AWAY).
(A MUCH-NEEDED REDESIGN OF THE MARINA IS IN THE PLANNING STAGES.)
The fishing boats are out in numbers every morning and every evening (and night). I love waking up in the wee hours to see their lights as they head en masse back to the marina. Despite the title of this post, I will not end with the song “A Foggy Day in London Town” nor with a video clip from “On The Waterfront.” (But you can click any of the four below photos to make them whoppers.)
|MID-AFTERNOON VIEW OF DOCKED SMALL COMMERCIAL FISHING BOATS.|
|TEN MINUTES LATER AND THE FOG WAS ALREADY LIFTING.|