My Memory's Rendition of Gray

We've had a wet weekend here in Las Vegas. Rain poured non-stop all day Saturday, and rain clouds were scattered across the valley throughout Sunday. My neighborhood in the Northwest collected 0.30 inches, which is a significant amount for the desert valley. There were even reports of flooding in some areas. It appears that Punxsutawney Phil's prediction of six more weeks of winter may be fairly accurate. For most, this is cold and intolerable weather, but for me I really don't mind it. In fact, despite my endless desire to be on a tropical beach, the cool, damp cloudy weather is somewhat nostalgic, reminding me of San Francisco.

Mornings in the Bay almost always start under a blanket of gray, with just the peaks of skyscrapers and bridges poking out from under the fog. The air is an eerily calm and quiet mist. What is great about this image is that by late morning, the fog lifts to reveal a bustling, beautiful metropolis that is in full motion by this part of the day. The transition of post-rain desert isn't as idyllic as this, but it paints its own picture of tranquility nevertheless. In either case, both are impressions that I have delicately framed in my mind that I am sure I will again revisit on another gray day.

Image from SFBAYIMAGES.com