Fine Fogust Finds

“The number of foggy days over the city is never reported, reportedly. But take it from me— there’s enough to satisfy everyone, and dissatisfy somebody.”— Herb Caen

One of San Francisco’s great joys is that while the rest of the country (and most of the world) is baking, we are out and about wearing our Patagonia puffers. Yes, there is warmth and sunshine, but it is so fleeting that San Franciscans appreciate nature’s generosity.

I, for one, am delighted by the many shades of fog. There is the May Grey. June Gloom! No Sky July! And then there is the Fogust — the best of them lot. 

Given the rapidity with which our planet’s climate is changing, not necessarily for the better, I am grateful for the familiarity of our un-seasons and the cold cocoon of the fog. Many friends grumble about the cold and gray — but not me. It is the number one reason I like San Francisco. God knows, our politicians and developers give us new reasons to pack up and leave daily. 

Fog and its nuances are my favorite subject to photograph — undulations of snow and edges of ice being next — and even a random walk with a friend becomes an opportunity to capture a moment. Like this handful of images, I caught when I went to Crissy Field. 

I hope you enjoy them as much as I did when I captured them on my iPhone. 

August 7, 2023. San Francisco