I keep reminding myself that summer is over now, but the San Francisco weather keeps proving me otherwise. On a November morning, I still spot shorts and flip flops around town. Forget the image of the city covered in fog – although there are plenty of foggy mornings in San Francisco – the moments I remember about this city are ones filled with the warmth of the sun.
The sun hits San Francisco in a different way than it did Toronto. Sunsets last longer here than in the East, and the strength of the rays is stronger. The sun brings out all the photographers and I’ve never felt more at home among all the creatives, chasing light around town and across the bay.
Muir Woods National Monument