The San Francisco skyline, painted in a gorgeous sunset, has no shortage of admirers. Taken from the Blue & Gold fleet from SF to Sausalito.
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken;
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He star’d at the Pacific — and all his men
Look’d at each other with a wild surmise —
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
– John Keats, On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer