This week's Friday photo challenge is white. Well, the obvious is snow, but we have not a trace of it here in our currently very sunny corner of California. The next best thing to trying to capture the depth of white in snow (at least for me) is trying to take a photo of fog with a so-so digital camera. When my first son was a baby and we lived on a rocky outcrop with great views of US 101, San Quentin prison and a sliver of the bay, I spent many a night and early morning up with the baby watching the shifts in the fog, regardless of the season, trying to repaint the landscape, like some disgruntled artist.
At this house, we have great views of Mt. Tam, but since we live in a warmer climate zone (a mere 2 miles or so from our old place), the fog, apparently happy with the lay of the land, appears less frequently at our door. last night, however, it snuck in, bringing a tributary of white, towards which the lights from the valley, like restless birds, flew up is a quixotic quest.
