Thursday, February 26, 2009

No place like home

I have lived in Northern California and the Bay Area my entire 24.5 years of life. I have crossed the Golden Gate Bridge countless times, and yet, every time I catch a glimpse of the red towers, I smile. And take gratuitous photographs. It is a bit like being in Paris, but less delightfully romantic. In Paris, the Eiffel Tower peeks at you from the most unexpected locations, and every time, it brings a smile, and a wonderful feeling that I associate with a hot lemon sugar crepe.

The Golden Gate Bridge is the same. There is no more beautiful and striking way to enter a city than to enter San Francisco from the North, as rolling green hills give way to sea side towns, and finally, you emerge from a tunnel, faced with the red towers of the Golden Gate, and San Francisco's beautiful skyline.

Every time I see the Golden Gate peeking at me from an unexpected spot, perhaps picking up take out in the Outer Sunset, or driving down Twin Peaks, I get that Eiffel Tower feeling.

The northern backdrop of the bridge is the Marin Headlands, silhouetted below with some awesome sky:

And what would a photo post of mine be with out more pictures of flowers?


Stacy said...

I feel that way about the NYC skyline.

Pitty said...

I MUST VISIT!!!! I feel the same way about the GGB and the SF skyline :(