I’m in a San Francisco state of mind, where cable cars climb up to the stars in the city by the bay. It’s been awhile since I’ve glimpsed its crooked streets and hills. I remember it so clearly Fisherman’s Wharf, the neighborhoods with shops and restaurants, and the gardens. I close my eyes and see the Golden Gate Bridge spanning across the bay. The other city just down the coast from San Francisco, Half Moon Bay is a relaxed seaside town just a scenic coastal drive away.
I took two photographs on a boat cruise around San Francisco Bay with the waters from the Pacific Ocean. It was a hot day till the fog rolled in that morning to cool the temperature off, dropping it a few degrees. I was worried that I would have lots of pictures of fog and not much ocean. But the fog lifted by the time I reached Fisherman’s Wharf. The third photograph I took by Half Moon Bay.