Sunday, February 12, 2006
Heard fog horns this morning. ...
as I was waking up. Closer, louder, ships' get-outta-the-way blasts warned off the smaller vessels as the ships found their way through the fog.
The fog was thick in places, non-existent in others. I would've loved to have been able to have an aerial view.
By 10 a.m., the fog had mostly burnt off, and the Bay Area was in for another sun-shiny day.
A "before" picture taken when I was out and about around 8 a.m.
posted by Sal Towse at 10:00 AM|
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The fog was thick in places, non-existent in others. I would've loved to have been able to have an aerial view.
By 10 a.m., the fog had mostly burnt off, and the Bay Area was in for another sun-shiny day.
A "before" picture taken when I was out and about around 8 a.m.
posted by Sal Towse at 10:00 AM|
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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.
