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.