One foggy San Francisco morning I was on my way to school and fog blanketed the hills by my house.
On that same morning, I passed by a baseball field in Golden Gate Park. This field happens to be in a dip in the ground, and on really foggy days all of the fog collects in the dip. I was lucky to catch a glimpse and saw a lonely dog walking through the fog, it's body perfectly silhouetted against the white haze.
And finally, this was taken in Healdsburg, but I found it to be a rather interesting tree, seeing as most do not curve over in the same way this one does.