Today was one of those incredibly beautiful winter days that make living in Northern California so wondrous. The sky was dazzlingly clear and vibrant with temperatures in the low 60s. On my way home from the studio I drove out Vinegar Ridge, hoping to catch a colorful sunset.
Reaching the crest I could see that the fog was already rolling in, and I started to think about turning back and heading home. I decided to wait a bit and see what would happen.
The sun sank lower and the fog washed up against the cliffs below me. Just like the tide, the fog ebbed and flowed, washing in and out.  The last rays of sunlight lit the fog with surprisingly vibrant colors.  Eventually the colors faded to grey.

  

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The desk in my studio was given to me by a neighbor who was moving and didn't have space for it in her new home.  It was made in England by a great uncle of hers in the late 1860s. Made of oak, it has a slant front and cubby holes for days.  The top is not terribly deep but it is well suited for displaying antique items, pottery, brics and bracs and other curiosities.

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