Morning in San Francisco

At 7am San Francisco is pretty quiet. Your chances of getting hit by a car, bus or trolley are slim. This confidence of living another day after crossing the street lead me to the end of the pier across the street from my hotel.

The city was quiet. For a city that is. The Bay Bridge was not crowded with commuters coming into the city from Oakland and Berkley.
The pelicans had not yet started their soaring and plunging for fish.
The sea lions weren't popping up and down out of the water.

The moon setting over the Coit Tower. The ferries
just starting to head over to the north end of the bay to pick up commuters.

The runners and joggers make their way down the street. Head phones and ipods in place. Couples stand next to each other on the pier slowly working through their Tai Chi stances.

The water a deep sea blue only found in the Pacific ocean when the sky is cloudless.
The air was fresh.
The wind light.
The perfect morning.

This is what I saw yesterday morning when I went out to take some early morning pictures. What did the poor residents of the city see? A strange woman bundled up in a wool coat and hat taking pictures madly?

Love,
M