One morning in the heart of San Francisco, the great Bay Bridge stood before me and the remains of what stood before. I and one other photographer stood here waiting for the sun to rise, suddenly the cloud rolls in as luck would predict washes over the bridge but I waited, after watching the other photographer pack up and leave the clouds higher up started to catch which emitted a beautiful tone across the scene. It was good to be reminded that patience is key when it comes to landscape photography as you never know what's round the corner.
