One of the best things about living in the Bay Area is that, when I find the summer heat to be too unbearable, I always have the option of escaping to a much colder climate. Pretty much anything past the Caldecott tunnel is colder than where I am located, but I felt as though I was actually able to temporarily go back to winter on Monday. As Mark Twain so aptly put it, "The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco."
My favourite place to look down upon the rest of the world up in the Berkeley hills. Night and day...
The views up there are fleeting glimpses of Heaven. And there are so many variations depending on what time of day/year it is.
100% gray skies at China Beach!
There's such a vague nothingness about the sea, especially in the absence of the sun. The space where sky and water meet on the horizon is terrifying.