I took this picture at Ocean Beach this morning. I really love the fog: it can provide a gentle haze around objects, or completely oscure them from view, as it has done here. There is really something very special to me about feeling the cool air and hearing the sound of waves breaking in the distance, without being able to see the source. All that violence and power subdued by that murky layer.
Off to the right there is an outcropping called Seal Rocks, where I flung the cremated ashes of my father towards nearly five years ago. I can't see them, but I know they're there.
