In the heat of summer, the fog descends, whipping past trees, blurring the edges of buildings, chilling the city like an air conditioner stuck on high. Day upon day of gray mornings, unchanging days, cold gray nights, the light at 7am hardly any different than the light at 7pm. It tends to depress me.
So recently I grabbed my camera and went stalking color, inspired by a series called stalking wonder on a blog I enjoy. Somehow it made the summer gray more bearable to think about bundling up, going for a walk, and looking for color amidst the city buildings shrouded in fog.
And I found the most glorious PURPLE bougainvillea. Turns out it grows in brilliant color all over the city, especially in the residential neighborhoods.