It was a rare sunny day in the city by the bay, still clear when typically the fog should’ve rolled in and covered the city like a thick blanket of cold. But why do I feel a tinge of sadness at this picture of two women, who came to to Land’s End to bask in the sun alone. I haven’t seen their faces, I walked past them to continue with my walk, but the image they created with the Golden Gate in the background left an indelible mark on my brain. Time’s like this I wish I was born a poet.
Walking towards the car, I took another look at the bridge and another image interested me and so I snapped it. Again I have not seen her face, but somehow the photograph also exudes a little bit of melancholy. What do you think? Whoever said SF is a romantic city may have not been to Land’s End.
I’m just shooting from the hip here. Sometimes I may have an overactive imagination.
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