Fog in the oakland is more than a cloak or ominous shadow, it is a living thing wafting its cloudy breath across the bay. Driving into it is like descending into another world. The air is moist, sound muffled, light distorted,.


Foggy mornings filter the sun, leaving it an unimpressive white disk; as if the fog requires all attention focused on it. Drivers slow to a crawl – homage to this omnipresent thing that seems palpable but somehow isn’t.

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