I was heading north on the 101 Freeway by the Borchard offramp around 9 this morning (8-15), when I took this photo of the fog, coming up the Conejo Grade and over the mountains. As you can see, one mountaintop is poking through.
In this instance, Carl Sandberg’s 1913 poem, Fog, where fog, “Comes on little cat feet,” does not apply. This is more like, “fog rolled over the mountains like a large eiderdown quilt,” or something like that!
Yes, I know the photo is tipped. Isn’t it fortuitous that the yellow directional sign in the picture shows which way to turn it to correct for the tilt!
Post and photo by Janna Orkney
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