Another beautiful summer day in the city, where the August fog reminds visitors that San Francisco is not like anywhere else in California.
Fog can be a photographers dream when it cooperates, while simultaneously wreaking havoc on the shorts & tshirt tourist crowd expecting warm, sunny California days. On this particular afternoon, I was driving past the Golden Gate Bridge on my way home, and noticed that the fog bank was very dense just above the deck, but somewhat clear on the deck level. I pulled out the camera, walked out onto the pedestrian lane of the bridge, and proceeded to shoot 20 or so photographs - the fog is changing constantly, so I required a bit of luck to capture this one. No post processing here other than a small crop. One of those rare times when everything works out.
My favorite part of the photo is how the the South Tower is barely visible, just enough to bring some depth to the shot. One person who saw this shot likened it to a "ghost", which captures the idea perfectly.