Golden Gate Park

Fog Walk: A True Story

As I entered Golden Gate Park, it appeared that the first fog of autumn would be short-lived. It was already dissolving in wonderfully filtered sunlight when I reached a favorite stand of trees on the outskirts of the ballfields.

But by the time I reached the Music Concourse, twenty minutes later, the fog was as heavy as ever, even laced with sprinkles. Goethe and Schiller huddled, thrown off kilter, wondering if this was perhaps a fake news event.

The Roman Gladiator, always a man of action, was determined to resist. There was a vaguely quixotic feel to his battle with the elements.

On the other hand, Francis Scott Key sat back in contemplative resignation. Or maybe he was just preocuupied with thoughts of his most famous poem and what had become of it in recent days. Below him, fog or no fog, the blackbirds made their daily rounds.

 

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Foggy Karenina: The End

Yes, it’s time to end a series that has gone on almost as long as the Tolstoy novel itself. I hope you’ll now agree that while sunny photos are all alike, each foggy photo is foggy in its own way. You can use the links on this blog page to find the earlier entries in the five-part series.

It was tempting to conclude by showing a MUNI train rushing out of the fog. But I opted instead for what I’ll call Chamber of Commerce Fog.

In the top panoramic image, seen above the trees of Golden Gate Park, are the towers of St. Ignatius Cathedral and Lone Mountain tower, both on the campus of the University of San Francisco. In the bottom photo, just a hint of the Marin Headlands shows above sunset fog in the Golden Gate Strait. As always, clicking on the image opens it larger. Thanks for looking in!