Itâ€™s easy for me to forget how cold San Francisco can be in the summer. Mark Twain famously said “The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco.” I believe it. I live about an hour’s drive from the city but with a distance of only 55 miles, San Francisco can still be up to 40Â° cooler. As I drive south, especially in late summer, I see the blanket of fog rolling over the Marin headlands welcoming me to the City by the Bay. This morning was no exception as I shivered in the cold with fog misting me and my Moleskine sketchbook as I drew.
This is a drawing of the Internet Archives building (the Archive is an organization advocating for a free and open Internet.) in the Presidio. I set up my folding chair across the streetÂ on a man hole cover in an effort to keep the feet of the stool from sinking into the soft dirt. This was working fine until I dropped my pen cap down the tiny hole of the man hole cover and into the darkness.