While jogging home, I noticed this trifecta of my favorite things to photograph — the Golden Gate Bridge, a sunset, and a reflection — in a rustic window near Crissy Field’s Warming Hut.
Hooray for later sunsets and less traffic! I arrived home yesterday in time to squeeze in a 5-mile walk to and from my favorite thinking spot. It’s my very own inspiration point, actually — where the previous blog post dawned on me.
Usually I hurry home from my stroll before the streetlamps flicker on. But yesterday I lingered. Because as the Golden Gate Bridge began to glow with headlights and the tide continued crashing harder and higher against the humongous rock in front of me, I spotted — way out there in the distance — a few surfers riding the waves.
Simply captivating. And something I wanted to capture with my fuzzy smartphone camera. Because those people decided to surf, undaunted by darkness.