In the morning, the back hall thermostat reads 55 F. Fog-damp darkens the sidewalks, and in Golden Gate Park the drip from eucalyptus trees patters the dirt paths -- a welcome, if inadequate, sound in the midst of drought. Sometimes the weak sun works gentleman's hours, 11 - 3; just as often, it contents itself with scant seconds of flirtation, a brief smeared disc in the gray.
Welcome to Summer 2022 on the west side of San Francisco.
Nevertheless, I love the fog, and I'm grateful that we aren't setting heat records -- yet. Here are some chilled impressions developed out of recent camera walks in Golden Gate Park, arranged roughly in east-west order. Click to view larger against black background.
Wildwoods
Oak Dance
Survivor
“Just So.” Big Rec ball fields.
Statue and Ferris Wheel, Music Concourse.
Testimony
Water’s Edge, Stow Lake (inversion)
Willow, Elk Glen Lake
Western Tangle
Reflections, Metson Lake