How rude of me. I broke the news on my Patreon page but I totally forgot to announce it here.
Anyway, here it goes: after years of a semi-nomadic life, I finally find myself in a place I can call home. That place is San Francisco, where I expect to be for the next 1-2 years.
I’ve been doing tons of exploring in the last few weeks, most of it on foot. We chose the Outer Richmond neighborhood, and what a good call that was! I still can’t believe I’m just minutes away from so many incredible spots, all of them accessible without needing to drive.
But the weather hadn’t been the best. I was promised fog and chilly temperatures, and all I got for the first month was sun and warmth. Which is fine... but you know I love a little bit of weather when it comes to my photography.
So, even though I did make a few photographs here and there during the last few weeks, it was this past weekend when I was finally able to glimpse the magic this place has to offer.
On Friday morning, I woke up to foghorns for the first time. A very eerie sound coming from the Golden Gate bridge, aiding the travel of the many vessels that go under the red structure every day and night. And now, aiding me as well: they are the sound of the fog, the sound of something magical happening just outside of my apartment.
I made dozens of photos on Friday and Saturday, but there was one particular moment that will stick with me for a very long time.
This may be a very common occurrence here in San Francisco, but it’s not every day that I see a coyote casually walking through a golf course on a foggy and peaceful morning.
There is no way I’d be out there if it wasn’t for photography. Once more, the pursuit of making good images had put me in front of something that reminded me more of a dream than real life.
It was my first glimpse of magic since I moved here. I hope to get many more in the months (and maybe years) ahead, here in beautiful San Francisco.
