Yesterday, it seemed as if summer arrived a bit early in San Francisco: It was cold, windy and nasty. Those of you who do not know San Francisco, our warm, summer-like weather is usually limited to September and October, which we call “Indian Summer.” During June, July and August, the heat of the inland areas of the Bay Area and Central Valley draw the fog and wind from the Pacific Ocean into San Francisco. Sometimes it is so miserably cold that I opt to not leave the house.
Most tourists, when visiting in August, and while frantically searching for a store to purchase jackets and sweaters (because in August, who needs a sweater, right?) learn the following quote attributed to Mark Twain: “The coldest winter I ever saw was the summer I spent in San Francisco.”
Anyway, I actually shot this photograph in February so it there was nothing unusual about the elite but aging worker wearing a full-length coat. In a city where one can see a fully nude man or woman waiting in line in front of you at a food truck, the word ‘normal’ is rarely used.
As always, you can click on the photo to see a larger version of it. Have a great day!
Camera: Olympus XZ-1