i walk in a puddle of love
near the golden gate bridge seen in the distance
view from baker beach, san francisco
when my friends invited me to san francisco,
it would be the first time in my adult life that i had spent time there since being a playful teenager, visiting my sisters flat
they asked me to make a list of the places i wanted to see
and out of the four things i really wanted to do over the weekend, two included “finding Ansel Adams”
i knew from stories that I read, that as a young child, Ansel live in SF, somewhere near the western addition and the presidio and would often walk down to Baker Beach, and the other was to go see his gallery at a winery just outside san francisco.
how alive the city of san francisco felt, what dreamers would dream; people bustling with energy, never dulled by the overcast, rain or cold- still out riding their bikes, surfing, walking the dog or jogging one of the many trails along the waterfront and through the hills. the architecture alive with color and detail, setting a moody backdrop.
when we finally made it to my first destination at baker beach
i knew i had found a piece of ansel adams that i could keep forever
take time to notice the little things in life