San Francisco is a cinematic city. I haven’t traveled much but I hope I find somewhere else with such dynamic weather. Every morning the fog burns off around the time most people wake up and every evening the fog rolls back in around the time they head home from work.
The Golden Gate is the only break in a mountain range separating the Santa Clara Valley from the ocean. In late afternoon the fog builds behind those mountains. Just before sunset it breaks through the Golden Gate, threads itself into the cables and lights of the orange bridge and spills into the bay.
Fog coming through the Marin Headlands is a spectacular show. Sitting on the roof of my building friends remark at just how fast it moves. At sunset it forms oranges and pinks strong enough to make people think I’ve pumped the saturation in my pictures.
Coming home from Menlo Park I watched tendrils of fog reach through the hills. Occasionally I would drive right into a thick wall of it and see the temperature on my dashboard tick from a 75 degree sunny Peninsula day into a 65 degree San Francisco night.
In Virginia the summer heat builds tension throughout the day and breaks into a full fledged thunderstorm by early evening. The cadence of weather makes you feel that God is irritated, angry, and then only pretending to be relaxed. In San Francisco the weather wakes you up slowly, is kind to you all day, and then puts a blanket of fog back over you just in time for bed.
P.S. If you want to see the fog in action check out the amazing video “Adrift” on Vimeo.
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