Morning in my backyard – San Francisco, California
You may have seen this photograph before but I decided to share the story behind it because it’s one of the photos that take me back to the moment whenever I look at it.
I have tried to photograph the majestic golden gate in its foggy glory several times but it’s not as easy catching the “right” fog as one might think.
One winter evening I see the fog rolling in and set my alarm for an early morning adventure. I drive across the bridge to the Marin Headlands, park my car and start hiking. It’s pitch black, quiet and the air is cold. Still half asleep, my mind wonders about how many coyotes are watching me from behind the bushes, I think to myself: ”What am I doing here so early?” The hill seems a lot steeper at 5 am than it really is. I work up a little bit of a sweat lugging my camera equipment and once I get to the top there is my reward: sleepy city covered with a thick foggy blanket slowly waking up, putting on an amazing color show, changing from pink and purple to orange and golden right in front of me.
After I take a few photos, I sit down and soak up the moment. It feels like I’m on a little dreamy island way up in the clouds. I used to hate the fog when I first moved to San Francisco but after a while it grew on me. There is something mystical about it …
This morning’s sunrise put a smile on my face and I realized you don’t always have to travel far away to see and experience beautiful things. It’s not easy, crawling out of warm covers before sunrise, but I’ll tell you, it’s absolutely worth it!