The fog returned yesterday to San Francisco — with a difference: it was apparently colored, eerily, by smoke from distant fires. At Lands End, in the northwest corner of the city, it was not only foggy but dark well into mid-morning. I was working without a “middle gray” reference card, and so, after the fact, it is a challenge to make the image show the precise tone of the atmosphere. I can describe it only as a variant of sepia.
Were I a journalist, I’d prefer not to write for the “society” pages, where the wealthy and beautiful show up week after week. The same sentiment keeps me from making the Golden Gate Bridge the subject of most of my art work and photographs. But sometimes, going through the archives, you just have to say “I surrender.” So today, a picture from Baker Beach on an October morning three years back. San Francisco being what it is, weather-wise, this could have been almost any morning in any month. O! how we suffer from the lack of climate extremes!