This was a rough one. The coast fog was super thick when I rolled up to paint here, but the sky was blue behind me on the hills looking inland and being only late morning when I was setting up, and with a nice forecast to look forward to, I’d reckoned things would likely clear up shortly. Got a few glimpses of shimmering soft light on the water in the early stages, then full gray out for the rest of the session. “All art is a lie” once again proves true. After packing up and driving literally about 1 mile I drove right out of this fog pocket and into the revelry of a clear blue sky. For the next few hours I painted a different spot and looking back up the coast I noticed my nemesis, this fog bank, never moved. Ah, such is life… And fog.