monkey's wedding

It was raining just now, and the sun came out, so I went to the roof to see if I could see a rainbow. I could, a fine fat one with a faint double. To the west, though, was something I hadn't seen before. Everything was brilliant white of sun-reflection, and Ballard, past 8th NW or so, was washed out, off-white on white, but not exponentially with distance, not like fog. Flat, like a painted backdrop, not just "lacking depth cues", but actively flat. I imagine this is the visual system's interpretation of depth in a foglike appearance. Why Ballard looked like that, though, I don't know.