Golden Gate Bridge III
Out of the thick wet mist rises the mighty red towers of the cable suspension bridge stretching its way into the shrouded void. The early morning traffic flows across the bay on its road through the cloud thrumming the cold air in our ears, before disappearing from view.
The harp like cables that keep the Golden Gate Bridge suspended above San Francisco Bay vibrate and tremble with its moving load. Underneath in the cold salty waters small craft are lost in the dense fog and can be heard sounding their horns to each other in warning of their presence. A truly authentic Bay morning to witness, the vibrant pulsing city waking up in its white morning coat.