Goodbye Again San Francisco
Ah San Francisco, I should have known you wouldn’t let me down.
Just when I’d almost given up hope of catching one more low fog show before I leave to travel again, a serene white blanket unfurled through the Golden Gate on Saturday morning, its first appearance in months. The fog remained too high to reveal the tops of the bridge towers until after the best pre-dawn light had passed, but it was still a beautiful show.
What luck to have such a memorable morning on my last weekend in the city. I’d never seen Hawk Hill so crowded that early, with at least 50 photographers lined up to capture what has lately been such a maddeningly rare event.
And of course I’d been out taking photos many other days as well.
The pace has picked up for me lately as I’ve started preparing to leave San Francisco and head overseas again. It took some work to cull my physical possessions down to a minimal level. Just about everything I own now either fits in my car or in a 4’x6’x7′ storage space. It’s liberating to feel so streamlined and mobile.
Marie and I are making one more Yosemite trip later this week, and right after that I’ll begin driving east. I’m planning to stop at Death Valley, Zion, Page, Monument Valley, the Bisti Wilderness, and White Sands National Monument on my way to Denver, where my flight to the Philippines leaves on March 5th.
Goodbye again for now, San Francisco – I’ll miss you!