n July the early mornings and the later evenings have a lovely cover of fog that enters through the Golden Gate and covers the entire bay. I was waiting for the view of the fog rolling in through the Golden Gate Bridge at sunrise. The sun was rising behind me. Unfortunately the fog was a tad bit too high to see the Golden Gate Bridge, but I was mesmerized by the play of color in the sky. The raking light of the rising sun touched the farthest part of the scene and painted it pink.