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The fog burns off … a rust bucket appears

Towse — Tue, 16 Feb 2010 20:40:00 +0000

The fog was burning off this morning, after a morning much like the ones we’ve been having lately. If it’s not raining, it is =really= foggy in the morning and then the fog burns off and around 11A or noon we are left with a sunshiney blue day.

I was taking photos of the fog burning off … the Ferry Building. … 10:31A

The SFO Bay Bridge. … 10:49A

About an hour later, the fog was mostly gone and one of the old military ships from the mothball fleet in Suisun Bay, near Vallejo, appeared, dragged fore, with two tugs tailing aft, headed to have its barnacles and paint scraped before it’s hauled away to be scrapped.

Rust bucket. 11:42A

Fog bank. Fog bank. Storm clouds. Sun.

Towse — Fri, 16 Oct 2009 00:16:00 +0000

Some people collect cats. I collect clouds.

A series of pictures (untweaked in the slightest) of the fog banks out the window 2 1/2 hrs ago. The clouds have since changed shape and dissipated some. The sun has been shining here throughout.

TWO banks of fog with a topper of storm clouds in the east, toward Berkeley.

Weird.

[As usual, you can click on the photos to get a larger view.]

Ferry. Fog.

Towse — Thu, 15 Oct 2009 19:56:00 +0000

Sunshiney here. Slight breeze.

‘twixt me and Yerba Buena Island, though? A belt of fog.

Morning Fog … burning off

Towse — Fri, 15 May 2009 15:13:00 +0000

Fog photos

Towse — Sun, 19 Apr 2009 01:33:00 +0000

I was making pancakes for breakfast for our overnight guest and we were discussing the fog which wunderground.com hadn’t mentioned. … The unexpected fog had settled in close to the water but was starting to lift. Hark! Sunshine in Oakland! Shipping cranes silhouetted in the distance.

And behind Treasure Island a surreal light enveloped Berkeley.

Our guest, someone his nibs has known for forty years, headed off to the airport and home. We frittered time and the fog burnt off for a glorious day.

This afternoon I was settled into my comfy chair, working on a Sudoku, when I heard fog horns. Deep horn from the main channel. Medium horn from a ship. Lighter echo from the bridge.

The afternoon fog was creeping in and slouching over to Berkeley.

A shot before Berkeley succumbed. (The fog tendrils have reached the Campanile as I type this at about 6:45P. The sun is still shining here. But not there. …)