
Walking across a room in an art gallery, I glanced over to see a scene ready to be photographed.

Walking across a room in an art gallery, I glanced over to see a scene ready to be photographed.

Train tracks across the strait from where I live. Amtrak as well as cargo trains move through here. Hearing the sounds of the trains is always soothing to me, setting off dreams of travel. And, yes, we hear them across the 1.9 miles of water.

The sky above the bay in my hometown is as fascinating as the bay sometimes. In monochrome, even better.

Hard to tell, but I’m pretty sure there’s been the tiniest of changes in the morning air. Evening breezes coming in off the bay hint at a remembered whisper of summer slipping away and allowing autumn entrance. I’m ready.

The photo was taken from the air a few years ago, leaving out of San Francisco. An image seemed to reveal itself in the water that gave me joy in what I see in my travels almost immediately from takeoff if I’m paying attention.