I love fog.  It is so…atmospheric!  There was rarely fog in Kansas, and there certainly was just about every other weather condition you could think of.

Here, the fogs are so very beautiful.  They soften and blur the edges and provide a heavy dampness that is such a lovely counterpoint to the nearly invariable sunniness that can make one a bit jaded.  “Another nice day in Carlsbad!” we chirp; indeed, these foggy days are even nicer for me, at least.

There was no horizon visible when we looked toward the ocean.  Sky and sea were all one.  So delicious you can taste it; a  moodiness that is gentle and caressing rather than turbulent.  Feels like the most delicate of Japanese paintings.