A Winter’s Eve in May

Daytime highs were in the low 80s today but it was a San Francisco winter — the kind Mark Twain supposedly quipped about — in Cesar Chavez Park around sunset this evening.  A cold stiff westerly breeze blew in the fog and mostly blotted out the sun, not without drama, while gaps in the ground layer revealed blue sky above.  Strong waves foamed over the rip-rap; one of them got me wet.  

Relative calm reigned on the north side. A couple enjoy the foggy sunset.
The west side showed some serious rollers that threw up spray onto the path (and the photographer)
The sun struggled to get through the advancing fog but lost

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