Golden Gate At Golden Hour

March 02, 2011 By: erik Category: Photography, Photos, Travel, USA

The Golden Gate BridgeThree months ago, when I went on a ferry ride under the Golden Gate Bridge, my shutter finger got a little too excited and I ended up snapping several dozen photographs of the bridge. Part of the reason was that we were lucky enough to take the ferry on a clear afternoon, right at golden hour. Golden hour is a term in photography and cinematography referring to the first and last hour of sunlight every day, in which the sunlight, after passing through a larger portion of the Earth’s atmosphere than normal, takes on a golden hue, which makes the world seem warmer and generally more photogenic. I meant to post these photos immediately after blogging about the trip, but the intense series of four posts about our trip wore me out almost as much as the walk from Fisherman’s Wharf to the Golden Gate Bridge did. Here are just a few of the photos I took on that ferry ride.

Muir Woods, Redwoods, and Pacific Sunset – San Francisco 2010 – Day 4 of 4

December 09, 2010 By: erik Category: Photos, Travel, USA, Videos

Muir Woods - Redwoods[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] We got up early at 7:00, although our neighbors had their television blaring at 6:00 (maybe that’s what the complimentary ear plugs were for?). Showers and breakfast in the local coffee shop, and we were out at the curb to be picked up by our tour bus. Actually it was the “bus to the bus” only to take us to the tour company’s offices, but when we came out of the tour office with our tickets, the same driver was waiting to take us to Muir Woods, the valley with ancient groves of redwood trees, some of the tallest and oldest trees in the world. Our tour guide was very entertaining, and spoke to us for the entire forty-minute ride over the Golden Gate Bridge, past Sausalito, and into the valley with the forest. The trees were impressive, for sure, but not as awe-inspiring as I was secretly hoping. The forest walk beneath them was magical and silent except for the babbling brook. While they are “just trees”, I highly recommend a visit if you’re not traveling with a teenager who will see them as such.

Lombard Street and Meeting Friends – San Francisco 2010 – Day 3 of 4

December 08, 2010 By: erik Category: Food, Internet, Photos, Travel, USA

The Painted Ladies[Part 1] [Part 2] We got up late and were clearly both aching from the day before. My feet were begging for a dose of ibuprofen and another six hours in bed, but I only gave them the former. Tuesday was “meet the Internet people” day, with lunch scheduled with a second cousin I’d never met who had found my blog a few years before, and dinner with an Internet friend of an Internet friend, a social network contact of mine.

Golden Gate Bridge and Alcatraz – San Francisco 2010 – Day 2 of 4

December 08, 2010 By: erik Category: Food, Photos, Travel, USA

The Golden Gate Bridge[Part 1] Up at 7:00 AM like the sun. After a shower, we headed down to the street for a coffee at a local shop, and then to nearby Union Square where we found the Powell-Hyde cable car line. A one way ticket is a steep $5, but a three-day passport is only $20. So as long as we could take two round trips in three days, it would be worth it to buy the passport. Boy, did we ever get our money’s worth out of that! Several times we took the cable car just to take it. We love walking through cities, but there’s a point where you’re glad someone thought to pull trains along underground cables.

Fisherman’s Wharf and Ferry Under The Bridge – San Francisco 2010 – Day 1 of 4

December 07, 2010 By: erik Category: Photos, Travel, USA, Videos

San Francisco Skyline, Sunset, SailboatThe night before our 9:40 AM flight to San Francisco, which required getting up at 6:00 AM, Nora was kind enough to remind us just why we were leaving her behind on our coast-to-coast adventure; she woke up crying at 2:00 AM and kept us up until just before 4:00 AM. By 3:10, we had ascertained that her demands were that she be in her crib – not in our bed, or up playing – with her mother – not her father – uncomfortably bent over the crib holding her hand. She’d had a fever the day before, but was only suffering from a stuffy nose at this point. We broke off negotiations and let her cry for the 45 minutes until she finally understood the futility. “Remind me of this when I get all ‘I miss my poor baby!’ in San Francisco,” Marga whispered to me.