During my trip to San Francisco, I took frequent walks from the Moscone Center back to my hotel near Fisherman’s Wharf. I would meander along Market Street, Mission Street, peer up at the skyscrapers, one eye glued to the viewfinder. Eventually, I would reach The Embarcadero, and be greeted by the lapping waves and the San Francisco Bay Bridge. The walk back would take more than an hour and a half – simply because I often stopped to take pictures, to the extreme irritation of my stomach.
This particular shot was taken at Pier 14, which is really the first pier one would come across on my route. It was somehow already full dark by then, and Robert Frost’s “miles to go before i sleep” was already cycling through my brain. Thinking back, being able to just lose myself in a leisurely walk – that’s probably one of my favorite memories of San Francisco.