New York Times has this wonderful article about fog in San Francisco. It's beautifully written, with some awesome pictures that I must quote a few here:
I have always been partial to fog. When I was little, I read about thick fog in London in the days of old, though its mostly due to air pollution from the burning of coal in the centuries past. But in my 10-year-old mind, I would not know that. All I can see, in books and pictures, are the images of a city's landscape emerging in and out of misty ghostly fog, sometimes like a light paint brush stroke, sometimes coming in heavy and thick. I love them all.
The fog in the Bay Area and San Francisco is a totally different animal. It's always so beautiful it's like heaven. The now-you-see-me-now-you-don't fog is magical. I would surely miss it, should it disappear (thanks but no thanks to climate change, perhaps). Here are a few more from the New York Times article:
Some years ago, we have the choice to settle either in the East Coast or the West Coast. Had we chosen to go west, it would have been San Francisco. The San Francisco in a bygone era, circa 1950s, always reminds me of the Hitchcock's classic, Vertigo. One thing that always strikes me too, is how leisurely and sparse the streetscape had been, with so few people about that one can truly breathe. Now, it's just people and more people, streetscape looking similar from cities to cities, even homeless encampment. If we were to lose the fog too, the San Francisco that we knew would be truly gone. I hope it won't come to pass.
The article also piques my interest in fog harvesting. I must investigate into this gadget some more.
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