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.
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| ON THE WATERFRONT. THE PASEO FRONTING THE MARINA. |
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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.)
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| MID-AFTERNOON VIEW OF DOCKED SMALL COMMERCIAL FISHING BOATS. |
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| TEN MINUTES LATER AND THE FOG WAS ALREADY LIFTING. |
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| SOME LARGER COMMERCIAL FISHING BOATS. |
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| THE “SPORT FISHING” CLUB. |
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From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..
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So, are you two enjoying your new home? It certainly looks great!
Judeet:
I do love it here. I do however look forward to September when the coast empties out and it starts to cool off enough to make it fun to train into Málaga for some culture.
Just you and your camera, Mitch. Great shots!
Fog has never been a favourite of mine but I am learning to use it to my advantage now.
Jim:
The fog in San Francisco was other-worldly but it did get old. Here it's once again a novelty.
We just arrived back from our visit to the beach to catch the meteor showers ~~ nada ~~ FOG for days!!!!!!
I love the love always have, unlike my better 1/2. Maybe someday he'll come around!
Fog on your waterfront is so ethereal and magical…lovely!!
Ron
Ron:
So sorry about the fog during the meteor shows. We had perfect clear skies last night but too much city light! I used to enjoy growing up in an apartment near the beach and watching the fog roll in off the ocean. Being 17 stories up provided a spectacular view.
Now I could handle that very easily…..love heights, Jim not so much!
R
Your photos show a different view of your location. You have a little bit of everything except snow around there!
Ms. Sparrow:
And snow can be seen on the mountaintops in the distance well into the spring! (And that's just how I like to see it… in the distance.)
I love the one of the commercial boats. Very cool.
Bob:
I'm glad you like that. It was the first time I had ever walked into the commercial harbor and I really enjoyed the different view (and look).
I always liked it when fog just licks the coast with an other wise crystal clear sky.
Lovely shots.
Craig:
It's a great way to experience the fog… with plenty of sunshine and blue sky. Southern California used to have what was called May Gray and June Gloom. May mornings of fog and afternoons clear. The entire month of June (all day) socked in with fog. Not always precise but pretty reliable. But all you had to do was drive east over the mountains, 20 minutes or so, and you'd find sunshine.
I think it would be great waking up to the sight of boats and the ocean. I envy you your wonderful location.
Stephen:
I sometimes forget how amazing this is. Opening the windows in the morning and listening to the surf pound the shore… It's always been my favorite sound and to have it right here every day. I need to remember to be grateful.
Great photos.
Carl Sandburg wrote his American Haiku, "Fog" while looking out over Lake Michigan in Chicago; could easily have been Fuengirola.
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Dean:
Thanks so much for including (and thinking of) the poem. I always, always think of it when I see fog. I almost used the first two lines as the title of the post. Although, when we had our first two cats in California, I wondered about that line. Those little cat feet sounded like Clydesdales as they ran around the house.