Good Morning Karl

Every San Franciscan knows Karl. He rolls in overnight without an invitation, drapes himself over the hills and the bay, and by morning he has made the whole city soft and strange and beautiful. Here he is doing exactly that - the Golden Gate bridge glowing warm orange through a thick wall of white mist, just barely visible above a sweep of green Presidio shrubs and a stone wall, the rest of the world dissolved into pale nothing. Karl the Fog, San Francisco's most beloved and most reliably unreliable resident, has been pulling this trick since long before anyone thought to name him - and whoever pointed a camera at this particular morning absolutely understood the assignment. Good Morning, Karl is a print for San Francisco lovers, fog appreciators, and everyone who has ever stood at the edge of the bay and watched something magnificent disappear into the white.