RON HENGGELER |
They park the car by the Marina.
The surface of the cobalt bay
Is flecked with white. The moister, keener
October air has rinsed away
The whispering mists with crisp intensity
And over the opaque immensity
A deliquescent wash of blue
Revels the bridge, long lost to view
In summer’s quilt of fog: the towers
High built, red-gold, with their long span
--The most majestic spun by man--
Whose threads of steel through mists and showers,
Wind, spray, and the momentous roar
Of ocean storms, link shore to shore.
From THE GOLDEN GATE by Vikram Seth (1986)
“It’s a town that is forever grabbing you by the throat and saying, ‘Look around, see what’s going on, feel it, experience it.
You don’t have to enjoy it. Just don’t turn your back on it, OK?’” Herb Caen
Sunrise from my window |
A neighbor watching the Fire Department respond to an alarm next door |
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Chinatown |
CAlifornia and Kearny Streets |
In Saint Mary's at Grant and California |
Full moon and City Hall |
Francisco |
Masonic near Haight |
On Masonic at Haight Street |
Twin Peaks |
The Golden Gate Bridge seen from Twin Peaks with a 300mm lens |
Twin Peaks |
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