Here Comes The Fog

Very strange light through the giant fog bank lurking offstage. These rolling tawny hills are near Palo Alto. Lots of wonderful Diebenkorn trees, but I'm never able to get the shots I want from a moving vehicle on the highway. Never a good place to pull over. At least I'm not driving.

After journal class this morning, Mr S picked me up and we drove to Palo Alto for the PAC12 Championship track meet at Stanford. Our grandson was running the 110 hurdles, but sadly he had a hamstring problem and fell before the finish. He was scraped up pretty badly but it doesn't seem to bother him--he's a quick healer. He'll get another chance at the Regionals in Sacramento in a couple weeks.