This summer day started out breathtakingly beautiful. Hot and clear with not a breath of wind. Mid day the south wind came up and blew harder and harder as a fog bank rolled in. The temperature dropped probably 20 degrees or more. I had been in the gallery all day and when I drove home that evening this is what it looked like in front of Haystack Rock. The wind had blown the sand clean of foot prints and as the fog began to lift it veiled only the top the rock. I stopped and took several pictures and then painted Fog’s Arrival a few days later.