[OT from cottage renovations]
that San Francisco is a city of bridges is patently obvious.
from anywhere with even a fractional view they blend with their settings to make a pleasing whole.
part of my father's boyhood was spent there before the bridges were built but I really can't imagine what it would have been like then.
by now the bridges are very much feeling their age (it wasn't at all reassuring to glance from the deck of the Bay Bridge at one of the maintenance access points, marked with a warning sign reading condemned followed by some lengthy text, all of which flitted past too quickly for comprehension of the details.
work is underway, however, to replace the eastern part of the bridge (out of frame to the L in the first image below) and presumably the other upkeep items are being seen to, so the bridges should be around for a while.
important though they are for defining the places they connect and the region they serve, I have always favoured the prospect from the waters over which they cross.
the images below were taken from the deck of the Sausalito ferry.
(click through these thumbnails for higher resolution images)
Bay Bridge, portion between Yerba Buena Island and San Francisco
meanwhile, over on the Golden Gate the omnipresent fog softens edges, creates the sort of lighting that subdues the bridge's signature colour and conceals the summit of the N tower, its full extent hinted at by the visible part of the cable assembly it supports.
there's just enough of a breeze to keep the fogbank in motion and to create texture and interplay of light and shadow on the bay's surface.
Golden Gate Bridge