One thing I love about living in the San Francisco Bay Area is the fog that creeps in around Autumn up to Marin County, California. Marin County is located north of the Golden Gate Bridge and the further north you go, the sunnier and warmer the weather gets. It’s not as cold as the City, and definitely less gray and foggy. The longer I live in California, the more I realize that I’m a sunny-weather girl and that I’ve become a bit of a baby when it comes to cold weather (yes, I did grow up in frigid Chicago!).
But too much sun is not always a good thing, and when the fog makes its way up to Marin in October and shows up during the wee hours of the morning, I immediately become like a kid in a candy store. I just love the way the cool, misty air feels on my skin, and the way everything looks so mysterious and ethereal.
When I walk through these fields on a normal, sunny day, all I see are grasses and trees. But once the fog settles in and the dew finds a resting place, things suddenly appear, like these beautiful webs that magically fill the meadow.
The handiwork of these spiders never ceases to amaze me.
And these paths that lead you to a sea of white.
Only to have these trees gracefully greet you.
I love the quietness of this older couple sitting together and looking out into the nothingness.
And these spiky weeds that grab hold of my pants and scrape my legs — still beautiful in spite of it!
So many places to see and explore before the warmth of the sun burns it all away.
I just love getting lost in the fog…