We leave the relative solitude of Point Reyes and head South. As the city looms, the life around us become no less vibrant than the winds of the lighthouse, but is charged in a different manner. It is human, electric, motorized. We cross the Golden Gate Bridge and pass through tunnels and by rows and rows of houses. There is life and it is constantly on display.
Though, even in the city, there are moments of respite. A run through Crissy Field to the shadow of the Golden Gate. A stretch of beach full of running dogs. The methodical casting of a fly fishing rod. And in and around and amongst; the city.
More pictures of San Fran and California (and beyond!) can be found here.