Ever hear the term “padiddle”? Until my search engine verified it, I sometimes wondered if I was imagining the word and memory. There are many versions of the padiddle game, which is usually played during car rides, and some variations are more risque than others.
The way I learned it, a person who first spots a vehicle with just one functioning headlight gets to kiss a person seated beside him or her. Many was the time my heart pounded with dorky hope, but I have no memory of being a kiss giver or recipient. In case you’re wondering, I was alone on the night of this recent image, when a padiddly MUNI train rumbled out of the fog. Click open to see larger, and view it next to someone you love.
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.