Yes, I do feel guilty about the title of this post. It is a blatant attempt to suck in new followers who are also fans of the band Foghat.
But the Bay Area does wear a foghat quite often, so perhaps you will forgive me this liberty.
Way back when, I did a post titled; ‘Nope, still not done… but I do feel bad about the number of posts’. In this post, I introduced you to a great place to watch the sunsets over San Francisco. Grizzly Peak Blvd. runs along the crest of the hills overlooking Berkeley. Nestled along the road, up above the Berkeley University campus, are these marvellous little spots where you can pull off and stop to admire the view. These are known to some locals, but the tourists have yet to find them.
My friends and I, back in the day, knew these spots to be the perfect place to gather, or to take a date for a romantic interlude. In that earlier post, I took some pictures to share with you, but I used my cell phone, and the pictures are not that spectacular. So, while I was at my mom’s house, waiting for Mollie to finish her youth trip ministry to the homeless and downtrodden, I talked my friend Andy into driving me up to Grizzly Peak Blvd. so that I could use the new Father’s Day camera to capture a sunset and the lights of San Francisco across the bay.
This is one of the images taken on my cell phone…
And this is the view we had when we returned to the same location…
You might think I was disappointed, but you would be wrong. Because fog is such a part of the Bay Area soul, I felt like I was being held in the warm embrace of the place I still love with all my heart…
I guess the secret is to not think of it as a view you cannot see, but rather as a unique view with magical properties…
Even my friend Andy takes on an air of mystery and intrigue. The fog softens and blurs the world around you. It removes the sharp edges. And it moves and swirls and shifts like a living thing. It deadens the sounds and muffles the noises of modern life, leaving you to feel as if perhaps you might be alone in the world…
The most common and everyday objects seem to loom in and out of the fog, even when you are standing still. The cool dampness envelopes you, drawing you deeper into the spell…
The world seems full of promises. You never know what will pop out at you next. It gives you a new perspective, as if for the moment you are the center of the universe.
But there is one thing about the fog. When you are driving in it, make sure you take a slow ride…
(Okay, I admit it… I did a little Foghat joke there… I love that song)…
I saved two pictures to finish up my tales of the fog, even though I took the pictures on the way up to Grizzly Peak. And that is exactly why I spent the week bugging my friends to drive me around. Because in the Bay Area, you never know when or where you are going to run into a house or a car covered with a crazy paint job or strange pieces of art. Or something else you just had to get a picture of. I could have driven my own car, but I wanted to be able to leap out and capture such moments and these. On the way up into the hills, we watched the fog looming above us, knowing that my dreams of getting some great shots of the sunset and glimmering lights was going to be shattered. But as is so often the case in the Bay Area, when one dream dies, new dreams are presented…
For one brief moment, the sun peeked out from under its cottony blankets of fog, as it prepared to settle into its bed for the night…
And it gave us a rather lovely molten smile.
Pouring My Art Out 
“I once dated a woman who liked Picassos and Mexican food. Talk about artsy fartsy!” – Greg Hahn
Oh, my.
hoe long do you think it took him to dig that one up?
did you do anything to the last pic? with photoshop or anything? that is way cool..
The sun in the fog? That is all real. No silicone or anything.
wow that is spectacular!
and what does GCTOF stand for
Not in mixed company.
ohh.. oops sorry
Wow, you’re like a fool for that city.
You’re a hypocrite! You suck! Die die die! What about that thing you did before? Huh? What about that? I hate melons! Jon Stewart seems nice! Pickles aren’t that great by themselves! Why aren’t you posting pictures of other fogs, or other types of precipitation, or other cities, huh? You’re like a pop calling the teakettle on a cell phone! Huh? I didn’t ask you a question before, but why are you avoiding the answer?
Figures. I’ll take your silence as an apology. You know what you did. Cretin!
….aaaaaaaaand now you know how I feel.
Edward, sorry I called you an ass… it wasn’t meant in the heehaw jackass way..more like you were acting like one.. but I apologize. things get away from me sometimes and I am under a lot of pressure right now – no not an excuse or reason to expect to be excused… just.. it gets to a point and I have a hard time.. . And it was rude
See, now you are talking to Ed on my blog, and don’t you just feel better? It is the cooling moisture of the fog. Calms people down every time.
yes.. much nicer.. I think its something psychological about the colors over threre… 😉
Ahhhhh. I can’t turn my head fast enough to keep up with two comment strings…
lol… me too I forgto what we were discussing where. Here.. pictures of rain..that goes with fog and I took them on my cell phone… but anyways.. http://lizziecracked.wordpress.com/2012/07/17/monsoon-in-the-desert/
Wow… that is real rain… And the artsie fartsie thing cracked me up out loud.
🙂
I am finding myself to be very intriqued by you… except I probably spelled intrigued wrong because my comment box has no spell checker… sigh…
it checks my spelling oh wate maybe not
Ha…
oh… i am..intriguing? that’s kinda cool.. like mysterious and interesting? but not like carnival freak show kind interesting right? I mean I get that a lot…
Well, not in the carnival freak way so much…
good to know.. phew I ws a little worried…, I tried that scene a few times ya know.. for extra money and stuff. the first place needed a bearded lady and I just try as I might couldn;t grow a beard..only one puny whisker… then I was the WOMAN WITH THE MONUMENTAL MOOD SWINGS… I had to get out of it though I got really emotional and one day I was so upset that I couldn;t seem to make a point and I felt fat and ugly… it wasn;t nice.
So I have to ask ya know.. I am a little um..insecure about that … 😉
photoshops of Cheney? lots of them? any particular reason? I spend way too much tome in photoshop and illustrator… but cheney?
I was releasing some anger issues… you know, him taking away our moral highground… torture… pointless war… shooting that guy in the face.
oh ..,yeah I can see why then.. I sometimes get that way about someone who wont be named because its not important.. hmmmm so they are here on your blog? this is gota see… heh heh
Please feel free to root around. My whole life story is back there… early art work, baby pictures, stories… the works.
well I am wondering – how far back and do I just keep scrolling down? I found the search bar that’s how I found cheney … If you are so inclined my writing blog is ummm. oh I just added an archive page on the menu button if you hover over the home tag.. scrolling back wards works just find although if I am going to read someones life story it seems ..well I knwo its just a ..generalization to start from the beginning.. conditioning.. nature nurture beasts.. toads.. all that stuff.. My story starts,,I was born a poor….ok nevermind … I cant wait to read it. ! yours – I lived mine that was enough..
I got lost on the toads thing…
Okay, but… don’t drive your car for a while.
Just kidding! Women can’t drive!
Man… you just can’t stop poking the monkey, can you?
I’m just kidding! You won’t admit it, but you laughed.
Wait – did you just call a bunch of women “the monkey”?
Wait – was that a euphemism for something else?
I’ll hang up and listen to your answer.
Crap. I guess I did do that. (Laughed AND called them monkeys)… but I meant it in the good, cute, Curious George kind of monkey way, the nice monkeys who still get really mad when ED continues to poke them with a stick…
Oh, you mean the monkeys with nice personalities?
Well not all the time but… hey… cut that out.
So monkeys with mood swings? Wow. That’s pretty cold. Are they tire swings, by any chance? Monkeys love those. I could make some kind of joke involving your calling women monkeys, and bananas, but I just… I can’t see it.
You can’t see your banana???
umm.. ok well…
You know I wasn’t the one who said that, right?
Yes… I know who said it… I am a little taken aback.. kinda feel driven to respond but ..
That was a joke! I would never intentionally cut your brake lines or mess with your car. What gave you that idea? That was a joke! Joke was that! Bygones.
If it makes you feel better, I would almost rather have all the women on the planet mad at me than you mad at me.
Almost…
You mean me, or Liz?
I mean you. I can’t wait till tomorrow when I read all these comments and see how little sense it makes.
ccol..
cool i mean…
The god hates fogs had me laughing… out loud…
The fool for the city… very clever tie in.
And really, Berkeley is the center of many universes, SF, only one.
Were you also rolling on the floor while you were laughing out loud?
Don’t you know it. Full on roflol with release…
Clean that up, or the next time you ROFL you’ll GCOYF.
Ed… remember this is a family show… even though I may have started that… wait… what does the ‘F’ stand for???
face
That is what I thought.
I don’t want to play any more…
I am taking my balls and going home…
(You better be laughing, because that was funny)
Hey don;t feel guilty bout the Foghat title… you worked the bamd into it really good 🙂 Love the pics and the way you say see before and then today.. I was expecting the same view but clearer or something.. that was some funny stuff but the fog pics rock…, its neat and mysterious.. I like the one with your friend . It IS almost magical … very cool.. Makes me wish it got foggy here in the desert… 🙂 Oh I like Foghat..,, just saying
(I dunno what to do since I liked it and agree with you… did you want controversy? oh no you wanted ego stroking.. how’s that? 😉 )
If you scroll far enough back, you ought to be able to find something you don’t like to be outraged about. Are you a Dick Cheney fan?
in what sense of the word fan? I don;t have too much of an opinion one way or the other about him – see thats the thing it really is hard to get me outraged.. true story. I’ll take a look around and see if I can dig something up though if ya like 🙂
It is just that I spent a lot of time doing funny Photoshop pics of Dick Cheney… I mean a lot… and some of them were cruel… so if you liked him… I figured I could stir up ther chili pot one more time. But mostly I was just trying to suck you into getting lost in my strange mental ramblings…
oh I am gong.., I had to feed the little monsters that call me mom…, they think I am supposed to cook for them or something,,,see the feminist movement didn’t do much for me 😉
I had this really great movement once… never mind.
well poop, I like a good story..
I even have a good story about poop.
well i have six kids and a grandbaby ( I know I am too young for that) I appreciate a good poop story. as long as it doesnt have anything to do with … a glass? and 2 of something.. I heard that was gross. like eww not funny gross..
It is more of a bird poop story that happened to someone else… I was just a witness.
I like the Foghat idea. Get your youngest daughter to carry around a hatchet. You might get some redneck southern rock fans with that post.
You know I will do anything for a few hits…
…of hash. ha ha! just kidding. wow, what happened to capitalization?
The capital of California is ‘C’…
That’s true. May I say, ballsy move going with the C word.
Hey… cut that out. Don’t try to shift the anger onto me…
You are a man who contributes to women’s insecurities about their body images. The anger is ALREADY on you! Doom!
You are not playing fair. I figured out what you are doing. All these comments are under my fog post now. Nobody is going to have the slightest idea what these comments are in reference to. And you are making me look like I am a cheauve… a chove… a chaeoven… one of those guys who doesn’t respect women.
According to reliable implications, all men don’t respect women, and contribute to their blah blah blah… let’s go get some beer.
I could use a beer.
It’ misogynist.. I dont think that I spelled it right.. I learned that word from the feminist movement. cool huh? like a consolation prize. whats up with those anyway? just to say hey sorry you are not a winner but here feel better….. does it work Edward? I mean ya know have you ever gotten one? I think they suck but hey..thaks for playing..
I like beer can I come too?
You two should not get drunk together… at least not today.
ehhh.. drunk?> why? what good could POSSBLY come from that? except that Id be drunk. that;s always fun.,
I can almost hear the foghorns in the background. (musical pun intended)
Ha! Foghorn Leghorn would be proud, I say proud, suh!
It worked. One of my college roommates had two cats: Fog and Hat. Ah the memories! Nothing like doing the white-man herky-jerky dance thing at Wednesday nickel drink-and-drown night to “Slow Ride”.
My plan to dominate the world by the use of good 1970s music is working… HA!
If you can somehow use that synthesizer riff from Head East’s “There’s Never Been Any Reason”, your triumph will be complete.
I have avoided using songs directly, but I suppose my blog could use a soundtrack.