All whining aside I did get one dollop of fog during
my second annual coastal California safari. By the time I reached for my second
breakfast scone in Tomales the soup lifted and another sunny day in
paradise reared its lovely head. These came during the five mile drive from my
tiny cottage at Canvas Ranch to the nearly as tiny village of Tomales. Apres sconces I drove up
the coast to Fort Ross and the towering redwoods of northern Sonoma beneath
which I camped as a wee laddie around 1950.
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Fog is an amazing and mood-inducing thing. These photographs feel soft, warm, and perfect as black and white. They are like comfort food for the eyes. A total reversal of the bright autumnal light we have here right now. I was going to say that I particularly liked the image of the grasses in the foreground, but now I am thinking the small shed or building in the fog is compelling. Oh, heck. They all are. Great job, Steve!
Thanks as always, Daryl.
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