There are few borderline-benign meteorological phenomena I love as much as fog. So I had some fun driving home from work this morning.
To quote a famous blooper from the golden age of radio, it was thick as sea poop. Thick rolling delicious fog. (Oh, in case you’re wondering about the dash cam: don’t worry, those are stills taken from video; I was concentrating on driving, and testing out a new way to mount the camera at the same time. Not sure what practical applications that method would have for anyone who [a] happens not to have my model of camera, and [b] happens not to be driving a ’96 Corsica.) Gotta love that second shot, like I just accidentally drove up the loading ramp of the mother ship in Close Encounters Of The Third Kind.
