Urban Light +
San Francisco, California
My dad drove me to this spot on Treasure Island as the sun began its descent. The drive felt longer than usual, each twist and turn amplifying my anticipation. He slowed down and dropped me off at this vantage point a common place to photograph the Bay Bridge at sunset.
As I stepped out of the car, I could feel the buzz of the nearby metropolis. The scene was breathtaking, golden light spilling across the sky, illuminating the bridge with an ethereal glow.
After a quick glance back to make sure I had everything, I waved goodbye and made my way to this spot, the thrill of capturing the perfect shot guiding my steps. Now, years later, that spot is closed off and fenced in, a stark reminder of how quickly access to beauty can change. I can still remember the thrill of those moments, the sunset, and my dad's supportive presence as I pursued my passion in that fleeting, perfect light.
San Francisco, California
My dad drove me to this spot on Treasure Island as the sun began its descent. The drive felt longer than usual, each twist and turn amplifying my anticipation. He slowed down and dropped me off at this vantage point a common place to photograph the Bay Bridge at sunset.
As I stepped out of the car, I could feel the buzz of the nearby metropolis. The scene was breathtaking, golden light spilling across the sky, illuminating the bridge with an ethereal glow.
After a quick glance back to make sure I had everything, I waved goodbye and made my way to this spot, the thrill of capturing the perfect shot guiding my steps. Now, years later, that spot is closed off and fenced in, a stark reminder of how quickly access to beauty can change. I can still remember the thrill of those moments, the sunset, and my dad's supportive presence as I pursued my passion in that fleeting, perfect light.
San Francisco, California
My dad drove me to this spot on Treasure Island as the sun began its descent. The drive felt longer than usual, each twist and turn amplifying my anticipation. He slowed down and dropped me off at this vantage point a common place to photograph the Bay Bridge at sunset.
As I stepped out of the car, I could feel the buzz of the nearby metropolis. The scene was breathtaking, golden light spilling across the sky, illuminating the bridge with an ethereal glow.
After a quick glance back to make sure I had everything, I waved goodbye and made my way to this spot, the thrill of capturing the perfect shot guiding my steps. Now, years later, that spot is closed off and fenced in, a stark reminder of how quickly access to beauty can change. I can still remember the thrill of those moments, the sunset, and my dad's supportive presence as I pursued my passion in that fleeting, perfect light.