The Golden Gate Bridge
The thick evening fog swallows the traffic on the Golden Gate Bridge.
Trav (and Smuggy) looking over the bay.
A lone hawk soared over the south tower of the Golden Gate Bridge. I've never seen a bird fly as high as that one did that day.
The nearly-full moon rose over the sunset city.
The fog cleared over portions of the bridge willy-nilly, changing all the time.
The fog horns at the Bridge sounded non-stop over the bay throughout the day. Occasionally a ship would answer, creating a deep throated call and response.
The setting sun created rainbows in the rich blanket of fog. A lone hiker surveys the waves of white that hit the cliffs and rolled upwards.
The south tower pokes above Karl the fog.
Sunset over the Pacific is a time for lovers. On the east side of the hill, dozens of photographers stood over their tripods waiting for the right shot. On the west side, couples sat and smooched, enjoying in perfect silence.
Endless miles of fog stretched over the Pacific Ocean.
Somewhere below this sea of fog lies Rodeo Beach, the lagoon and much, much more.
Trav insists of waiting for full night to get the shot of his dreams.
The clouds miraculously clear up after sunset, which is beautiful, but not exactly what we want.