I’ve always loved the way that light was seen, and depicted, by the American painter Edward Hopper (1882-1967). Sometimes, as I’m out and about in an urban setting, I find instances where life imitates his art. In particular, the ubiquitous stucco walls in my area of San Francisco are a perfect surface for the flat planes of light I see in his work, and the diffusing ocean mist also doesn’t hurt. Here are three images, unabashed homages, that I’ve made over the years: “Hopper Morning,” “Apartments at Sunset,” and “Night Entrance.”
More “evidence” that each foggy photograph is foggy in its own way. Today: Pictorialist Fog. Scene from Stow Lake, Golden Gate Park … during the fog spell just prior to our current, almost unprecedented period of little or no fog.