It’s no secret that I like sunsets. Long ago, on this very blog, I tried to do a thing where I took a photo of the sunset every night for a year, and posted them, once a week, as ‘sunset Sundays’ or something like that. I would have actually done it, if I lived where you could see the sunset past the houses and overhead wires… and if the crack squirrels in my head hadn’t gotten bored.
So last night, I drove, once again, to my favorite spot in the hills above Berkeley, overlooking the San Francisco Bay.
I brought the good camera, the telephoto lens, and the cheap tripod I bought at a rummage sale.
Then, I just hung out for like three hours, taking pictures.
It wasn’t great visibility… which doesn’t necessarily mean a bad sunset, as you can tell from the first photo in the post.
It was hazy, and the fog was rolling in.
So I wasn’t sure how the pictures would turn out… did you spot the iconic bridge lurking in the mist in that picture?
I also played around with some photos of a fountain… hey, it can’t all be about the sunset, can it?
I was trying to get a perfect shot of San Francisco behind the splashing water, but they aren’t quite as cool as I was hoping they would be.