Comfort of FogMarch 08 2011
Tiniest of all jewels ... overcrowded with a thousand legends and a million dreams. Titans on the hills and ghosts in the valleys, and over it all, the cold comfort of fog, shrouding the truth, adding substance to unreality.
That was how the late Chronicle columnist Herb Caen, who would have turned 95 next month, described a morning in his San Francisco in 1993.
In honor of the master of words Herb Caen, a photograph of the rising sun through the San Francisco Fog .