I wish I could find the words to write in vivid detail how amazing witnessing the Golden Gate Bridge disappearing into the heavy fog was - looming like a giant surrounded by gray nothingness and how it stole my breath away. To find the words, but fail to describe the pure majesty of the massive Redwoods - older than many civilizations - the wetness that hangs in the air, the realness of the scent of old and ancient and secretive. Trees that have seen more life, more change, more growth than a hundred lifetimes over. I wish I could write for hours about the street and architecture of downtown San Francisco - the Painted Ladies in all their Victorian glory and pastel beauty. I wish desperately I could remember with text and words those fleeting magical moments and honor them properly. But - as with most new experiences - words just can't cover it all for me. And I'm a pretty wordy person. So I photograph to remember, and to relive, and to revisit.
Below is a collection of travel images from our brief weekend in San Jose and San Francisco.