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Limited Edition Pigment Print
At sea level, San Francisco's fog, or lack thereof, is far from a binary affair. Typically, it arrives piecemeal - first, in the form of broken stratus, and next, in ever thicker parcels that consolidate into a solid deck, a few hundred feet above the water. Then begins the slow lowering, steadily squeezing city vistas into an ever thinner ribbon of clear air, until, at last, often hours after its initial debut, the mist meets the bay and becomes fog in the official sense.
Here, in that last visible moment, the lights of the Golden Gate Bridge shine through the mist, illuminating the bottom section of the north tower, as well as the old station at Lime Point. Sixty seconds later, the fog locked this view away until the next sunrise.
From the Bridge Tableaux series.
