Theres something about a San Francisco sunrise. I’ve seen a lot of places, and San Francisco still reins supreme as the most beautiful in the world. Paris is known as the city of lights, but I think San Francisco deserves that title more. Just go to the top of Twin Peaks or drive to Treasure Island at twilight, just before the sunrise, and you’ll understand what I mean. This place is magical, hands down, no argument. I still havent met a person who doesn’t like San Francisco, and if I ever do I will attack viciously their stunning lack of appreciation for everything that makes this damn place so amazing.
A few nights ago after shooting my first portrait session in a while, I ventured out to the Marin Headlands to photograph the sunrise over the Golden Gate Bridge. The vistas, usually overcrowded with awestruck tourists and strapping young photographers like myself remained silent and empty, as if the land itself was admiring its own view. With my car parked and Live 105 blasting on the radio I began shooting just as the sun began to rise. And this is how it went.
Its amazing just how many different photographs that you can capture of one place. Granted, It’s pretty hard to take a bad photo when in such a great location, but what I mean to say, is just look at all of the different colors and lighting that one can get and as a result, how many different feelings can come out while still retaining the goddess herself (that is, that big orange mother of a bridge) as the centerpiece of the photograph.
After shooting from the same location for around 20 minutes I ventured down the hill a tad, threw on my 20mm and shot a few rounds of shots as the colors in the sky became evermore vibrant and bright. But even with all that awesome blue, the Golden caste of the bridge still stole the show.
Almost as important as the Golden Gate Bridge, the beautiful landscape I happened to be standing around on (that is, the Marin Headlands) was beautiful in the morning twilight. Its sandy red cliffs stand massive over the Golden Gates waters, snaking all the way from Sausalito and Tiburon to Stinson Beach and Bodega Bay. If you havent taken a trip to the Marin Headlands, do yourself a favor and make your life better by doing so. It will probably add ten years to your lifespan (and if your walking it will probably cause you to lose 10 years)
Venturing further up the roads the sun’s light became evermore present over the horizon. The darkness was fading fast, but the cities lights still held on to their own splendor before finally succumbing to the day.
Fun Fact: The Golden Gate Bridge is not named after its color, and is in fact named so because of the body of water that it towers over. The Golden Gate was the body of water that thousands of boats would come and go through during the Gold Rush period of the lat 1840′s and 50′s, and so this area became known as the Golden Gate. What a shocker huh?
Check back again soon for photographs taken along the Marin Coastline and blue hour along famous Big Sur.