It’s our built-in air conditioner, the plume of advection fog* that creeps under and through the Golden Gate Bridge — then cloaks the Bay in varying degrees of opaqueness. My love of rain, fog and all things inclement seems antithetical to California clichés. But Northern California is an amalgamation of biomes. And from the Central Coast up through Humboldt, fog is as much a resident as sun, depending on the time of year.
* Advection fog forms when humid air from the Pacific swoops over the chilly California current. The Golden Gate Bridge has an influence in directing the fog as it pushes up and pours around the bridge.
These are recent fog and mist shots, rendered monochrome because fog is spooky … and monochrome makes it spookier.