In March 2013 we flew to San Francisco for seven nights, these photos have been sitting neglected since then…
Our Red and White ferry steamed into the fog, guided by the soul rattling fog horns that punctuated the calm air from their positions guarding the pylons. We had one morning to see the bridge from below, but the fog had rolled in restricting visibility to one hundred meters, this made for the eerie sight of the pylons looming up out of the fog ahead.