And it was absolutely amazing. Watch for video in the morning, until then here’s the pics:
UPDATE: Finally uploaded two videos.
The day was winding down and the fog was rolling in, but there was still plenty to see on our flight back to San Francisco. Here are just a few of the best pictures taken from the window of the airplane…
High above Mt. Tam, nearing the Pacific Ocean. San Francisco, as usual, is covered in fog. Everything else is untouched.
The Golden Gate Bridge takes my breath away every time I see it, no matter the angle.
The entrance to San Francisco Bay at the Golden Gate is a magnet for fog.
Truly iconic. An amazing feat of creativity and engineering.
That’s our neighborhood, SOMA, seldom covered in fog, and often the warmest part of town. And how cool is the curvature on the shadow of the Bay Bridge?!!
There’s 23 more pictures on flickr, including Lake Tahoe, Napa, Oakland, and San Francisco. I had so much fun on the last part of this flight, it was almost enough to wipe away the memory of a six hour delay at O’Hare and the realization that our two week vacation had finally come to an end…
More soon.
While Abby is warm in the LA sun, or would be if she weren’t locked inside for marathon meetings, I am freezing in San Francisco. For the first time in many months, I even left our apartment with a jacket and an umbrella. Of course, it turned out to be a beautiful day, unlike the previous two this week, and the evening even had something I haven’t seen in quite some time, clouds.
I can’t believe how well that last shot turned out. It even feels cold, with the icy whites and turquoise blues. I took about ten of them too, each of which was poorly lit in every way and far too fuzzy to use. This one somehow came out just about right.
That’s it for me tonight. Much more soon.
Look at this scene:
They were out there three (!!!) hours before the Home Run Derby:
That’s Barry taking batting practice on the big screen, as seen from the Third St bridge over McCovey Cove:
The scene outside AT&T Park on King Street:
It was such a beautiful day today. When the sun is shining bright there is no place I’d rather be than San Francisco. The park was hopping too, more than three hours before the Derby started. And of course tickets were going for $200 bucks a pop, just to watch batting practice…
The sun sets behind Mt. Sutro and the rest of San Francisco on Wednesday, October 11, 2006
It isn’t often that I see the sun set in San Francisco. For one, the fog is almost always thick well before the day is done, leaving most evenings to end in a dull wash of progressively darker grays. It bothered me in the beginning, much like winter in the midwest always wore me down, especially at the end of March, with spring so near and yet still so far away…
But it’s nights like these—summer in San Francisco—when the inland air is warm enough to keep the fog at bay, that erase those thoughts and emotions from my body and soul. When the sun shines in San Francisco, the city takes on a completely different air. It’s lighter, more buoyant, less restrictive (or maybe that’s just me). But coupled with the cool ocean breeze, there’s no place I’d rather be.
When I finally started working in at Integrate in 1999 (after years of working almost every night in one restaurant or another), I remember well how startled I was at the beauty of the setting sun. I also remember thinking it strange that I forget something so fundamentally magical, and also completely banal (I mean, the sun sets every night, whether I’m there to see it or not). But it really does take my breath away to catch that instance when the day slips into night…
I feel like I too am at a similar point of inflection. Where once my life was a struggle to keep pace, things seem to be slowing down again. Perhaps I’m mastering my new world. Or perhaps I’m learning to relax and enjoy the ride again. Either way, it feels good to be warm again. I’ve missed this feeling.