I realize that I’m becoming some type of weather announcer over here, but when all your “weather” happens in a span of one month…well, things get exciting.
Our winter rains have given way to the Tule Fog. Or, as I like to call it, fog fog. The summer fog — the fog that San Francisco is known for — is, if we’re being precise about things, a “coastal stratus” fog. Cold, moist ocean air hits warm San Francisco and becomes overcast skies above the city. Summer fog doesn’t really look like fog fog; it looks like an overcast, gloomy day. The Tule Fog, on the other hand, turns the world white. It’s our winter fog, and it’s caused by humid air quickly chilling with the night air.
Some days, you’ll wake up and won’t be able to see anything outside your window. Your window looks like milk glass. Visibility can be as little as a foot. This is why you have 70 car pile-ups on I-5 in the San Joaquin Valley. The nice part, though, is being lulled to sleep listening to fog horns.
The photo! The fog makes the city feel serene, by diffusing the light and adding a white sheen to everything. And I liked how casual this guy looked while waiting for the bus. And how the bodega’s sign bisected the retro MARKET sign. You know, just another day in San Francisco.
