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The La Jolla fog swept in on a bright October day. San Diego early autumns are tricky; they can be the hottest time for the city a brutal second summer- or they can feel like fall proper. But the fog, the condensation cools everything and blankets the beaches and UCSD campus. It will burn off around noon, but readily claim the mornings & evenings; a wall of white to drive into or through, the diffuse studio backdrop lightning of scattered white light.

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