Monday, November 24, 2014


Sometimes, when I first wake up, I feel like I’m walking around in a fog.

Weather like this makes even the ordinary appear a little ghostly.

Even the birds look uneasy in the fowl weather. (Did you see what I did there—haha!)

Common trees look like props from a bad horror move and the more I stare the more zombies appear.

Finally the sun begins to break through the mist.

It looks like an evil eye.

A really evil eye.

The clammy air turns the steam from the big potato processing plant into clouds.

With or without fog the concrete plant looks gray and cold. 

Okay, enough dreary. What happens when the fog lifts in California? UCLA!! Have a good Monday.