Another morning you may stumble out trying to rub yesterday's sunburn from your eyes, and find everything below curtained by a bank of snowy fog.

As for myself, I enjoy the prospect most when I cannot see it at all--that is, at night.
There is a varied interchange of signals between the mountains and the valley.

At noon the people here talk with their Pasadena friends by gleaming flashlight.

Then there are the reservoirs scattered over the valley.

In certain lights they are not seen at all, but in line with the sun they send up great flash signals themselves, and just after sunset they are always seen reflecting the calm twilight.