I used to live in San Francisco. Some days I would ride my bike over the bridge down into Sausalito and over to Tiburon. One o the things I loved was the fog. The bridge would either be socked in or like the image above. Arriving in Sausalito usually meant sunshine. Fog has its’ own power, wind and cold in addition to changing visibility. This is the beauty of fog. It is as much San Francisco as the Golden Gate Bridge or Coit Tower.
There is much beauty in this world. The natural elements that exist around us create opportunities for art. Photography, painting, whatever your medium, views that inspire are everywhere. As I rode across this bridge I soaked up the Bay, Alcatraz, sail boats and these beautiful towers. Sometimes we forget to look around, to enjoy the beauty of where we are or the amazing people that we encounter. The image above is yet another example of capturing beauty that I see. Something that has meaning to me. The image above sparks memories of the city and possibilities of the adventures to come. I can feel the cold air on my face, the wind slowing my progress, the sounds of cars traveling. This image speaks to me.
Today, take out your phone or camera and capture something, anything, that speaks to you. It could be a person, place or even your favorite sandwich. Everyone has something, what is yours?
Until Tomorrow,
John