Yesterday I spent most of the daylight hours walking through the fog, resting for a while with hot tea, Hedgehog and Deleuze, and then walking again.

Not long before twilight I went to see a film called A Single Man. It was a deeply beautiful movie centering on a man (played by Colin Firth) bound by grief and loss. After a day in the fog, a day in which the intimacy of beauty was a constant companion, I came out of the theatre to the fog Peardg has caught in her photo below.  I walked the few blocks to my car, the round towers that are so common here were like fluted pillars in a moonlit cathedral or perhaps more inline with my atheism, walking to my car was like moving through a vast and toplit cavern, one that opens up into a sense of infinity, where the buildings were luminescent stone fingers fluttering against the dark. A thoroughly beautiful day.

Peardg’s photosite