Friday, July 13, 2007
The fog lumbers in
The fog came scudding in this afternoon at a rapid clip. Creeping in?
Cat feet?
No.
What I found interesting, always do, is the bank of fog hauling in through the Golden Gate, leaving shadows and misty-moisty behind whilst the folks around the bend from Pier39 are in perpetual sunshine.
Nice.
Labels: photographs, San Francisco
posted by Sal Towse at 10:21 PM|
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: views from the Hill
Bertold Brecht:
Everything changes. You can make
A fresh start with your final breath.
But what has happened has happened. And the water
You once poured into the wine cannot be
Drained off again.
Everything changes. You can make
A fresh start with your final breath.
But what has happened has happened. And the water
You once poured into the wine cannot be
Drained off again.
