Murphy Windmill, at the far western edge of Golden Gate Park in San Francisco, on a dlightfully foggy afternoon.
After a week or extraordinarily blue skies and warm days and nights in San Francisco, our regular scheduled fog has returned this morning, bathing everything in bright grey-white glow:
Luna is enjoying looking out the window onto the patio, contemplating something.
We actually quite like the fog here, as long as it doesn’t get to cold. But this morning does have a melancholy quality to it is well. Like the fog, it might dissipate during the day, or it might not.
Weekend Cat Blogging #384 is hosted by Jules at Judi’s Mind Over Matter.
The Carnival of the Cats will be up this Sunday at Meowsings of an Opinionated Pussycat from their new home in Texas.
And the Friday Ark is at the modulator.