My friend Petra Cross has the rare and wonderful trait of spontaneity. Sunday nightthere was a short break in the rain, so I sent her a text message noting that miracle and asked if she wanted to go shoot some pics any time in, say, the next half hour or so. Yes, she replied, and would pick me up in a few minutes.
Soon we arrived at Yerba Buena Island, a spot even colder and windier than San Francisco proper. Usually windy enough that you need to hang something heavy from the stem of your tripod for long exposures like these. We actually got a break from the wind, but not so much from the cold. Look at the sky in the last picture below and you’ll see what I mean. It makes me reach for my gloves.
By the way, that’s the construction work on the tower for the new bridge from Yerba Buena to Oakland in the first shot below.
