over the Bridge and through the fog

Today I spent a pleasant afternoon with a friend at the second part of the Musee D'Orsay impressionist exhibit at the De Young Museum. As I drove home, I noticed that the fog had begun to pour through the Golden Gate; by the time I was on the Big Red Bridge, I was fumbling for my camera and hoping for a good shot from the vista point.

For years I have crossed this bridge and imagined what a tourist must see....the magic of a fog machine pumping amazing white fluffy stuff into that narrow bay opening. Today, as I stopped and turned back to the City, I saw the pouring of the cool offshore ocean fog into our compact, well-defined San Francisco Bay. I stood and watched as the sun set over the Friday commute home, and gave thanks for calling such a place of natural beauty "home".