Peninsula

Fog

July 22, 2013

Fog mornings in the Bay Area. The Pacific Ocean, not done at the beach, has gone airborne and washed over the Bay. A wave. Daily frequency. From a pre-dawn peak, a fog-clogged Peninsula, Golden Gate fogswaddled, lean fingers laying low in odd inland places. Morning arrives. Sun goes to work, fog recedes. A gorgeous day […]

May 20, 2013

The more intensely I’m working, the more access I seem to have the obscure filaments of my memory. There were warm summer evenings on the Other Side of The Hill. Menlo Park or Cupertino. San Carlos. There were kids I remember meeting. They thought differently than the other kids I knew. They were open and […]