Fog Horns for Train Horns

One of the things that I knew I would miss about San Francisco, especially my Richmond District neighborhood, was the fog horns I could hear lowing from the Golden Gate.  It’s a narrow path with a lot of shipping traffic in notoriously poor visibility, so there’s a fairly elaborate concert that goes on whenever the weather is foggy (read: always).  It seems there’s at least one on the shore, and if there’s more than one ship passing through, you get some very beautiful low brass chords.

Hello, Oakland

After my longest blogging hiatus in three years, I hope there are still a few readers out there by RSS and otherwise.  Today I attempt to get my feet wet again.  We’ll see if I’m able to stick with it.

Following an incredibly stimulating and positive experience at the National Performing Arts Convention in June, the summer dealt me a couple of situations that rendered blogging among the lowest of priorities.