
In this early morning shot, my daughter captured a mysterious full moon peering through San Francisco’s towers.

In this early morning shot, my daughter captured a mysterious full moon peering through San Francisco’s towers.

In this intriguing photo, my daughter captured San Francisco coming to life just before dawn.

My daughter captured another striking scene, this time the Bay Bridge cast against a band of white cloud and a deep indigo sky. It will make an interesting painting.

In this early morning photo my daughter captured Coit Tower perched above the old financial district.

My daughter took this photo of Coit Tower enveloped by morning fog. It reminds me of Carl Sandburg’s poem Fog.
The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.
Walking through San Francisco’s Chinatown is like stepping into a different world. A good friend allowed me to work from her photo, Rainy Day in Chinatown (janeluriephotography.wordpress.com). The deeper I worked into the painting, the more I appreciated what a unique moment she had captured. When I asked her about it, she said she has returned to that location many times and never seen anything again that approaches what she captured that day.