a foggy view from the living room window

I was going to call this "A Foggy Start," and then I thought that sounded far too much like a bad nineteenth century hunting scene, so I stopped myself ... You wouldn't, in this murk, know that there was a fence between us and Griffith Park, and the barren, rabbit-chewed flat part at the top of our steep bank looks like an enticing path ... There's a carefully-composed spot of red complementing all the green (that would be some bougainvillea), and on the hillside up to the left the beehives, with the neighbors' bees doubtless wondering when all this cloud is going to lift and they can head back down to the jasmine blossom again.  I love mornings like this.