Oh, stay on at the shore, they say; September’s the nicest time. I’ve said it too but it wasn’t to be. September was mostly rainy, muggy hot or muggy fog, more foggy days than I remember for an entire season. Oh, well. There’s always next year when September will be the nicest time again.
In the last week we were attacked a couple of times by fog at dusk, lasting until burnoff the next morning. I’ve not photographed in fog at night so I had to try it. Down at the landing it wasn’t quite night-dark, in fact you can see a bit of reddish glow from the setting sun which had been dimmed by the fog.
It was seeing the fog the previous night that sent me out into the streets, particularly as it swirled under the street lights. I should have tried some video to capture the swirling but I didn’t. Here’s Long Beach Boulevard; think swirling mists:
Not much traffic this time of year as you can see. The very few cars that passed the nut in the middle of the street with some tripod thingy were courteous, slowing down, in some cases waiting for me to wave them on. There was even less traffic on West Avenue:
All in all, a good exercize.
The fog pushed me over the edge. It’s been quiet since the kids (and most of the summer visitors) pulled out. Then, my special friend packed her stuff up and left. Finally, the forecast for the first October weekend was bright but ….. chilly, and not likely to be beach days.
Enough! I packed up and returned to my hibernaculum. Not for long, however, as I’m in transit to my townhouse at Medford Leas. They’re promising November 1st so I think I’ll be moving in November. I’m dreading the process of packing/discarding forty-two years worth of “stuff,” actually fifty-four years counting since marriage. I’m going to have a lot of help and it will all get done. My next birthday, November 29th, will be at Medford Leas.