I’ll never forget the first time I drove the Golden Gate Bridge as the advection fog rolled in. You leave San Francisco under a sapphire sky only to be engulfed by a swirling cloud halfway across the gate. It’s a classic San Francisco experience, one I’ll never forget, as many times as I’m perched over, under or on the bridge as the fog overtakes.
This shot was a bear to expose correctly, so I did a bit of post-processing to bring levels up on the fennel blooms in front. We were on our way back from a hike in the Marin Headlands when the hills became a lesson in smothered light and texture. I like the shot simply because it shows what it’s like to stand on that bluff when the fog soup pours over the cliffs.
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