The other day Mark and I climbed Slacker Ridge, and watched the early evening fog pour over Marin Headlands and through the Golden Gate. I saw the scene in black in white, although of course I shot in-camera in color. It’s always a good idea to keep one’s options open. (This story explains some of my black and white conversion process.)
The funny thing is that the intense, cold, wind-powered fog, which had all the appearance of settling in for the night, cleared a few moments later, and was gone.