Golden Gate Bridge

By the amount of photographs I took on the ferry trip going underneath and around the Golden Gate Bridge you might begin to think I am either an architect fanatic or that I was just bored and wanted something to photograph while on holiday of something that will be far, far away from my home. I think I was just taken by the mood since everyone else had their cameras out as well and I wanted to get in on the action.

Ugly Trees

Interesting contrast of the soft sky with broken up fluffy clouds strewn across it and the bare gnarled tree branches reaching up into the sky in American Winter. I have no idea what plant it is but if I asked my father I bet you he would know what it is but I'm too lazy and a little proud of the composition of this quickly snapped photograph.

A View from the Bridge

At the risk of getting sued by Arthur Miller's descendants (I have read his screenplay A View from the Bridge for class during Literature) I create this post under the same title as his opus. Photographs taken while I walked across the Golden Gate Bridge in January 2011, I hope I can return to America again or at least go on holiday and take more photographs next year when I have more money.

The Bridge we crossed when we got to it

I loved the way the sky looked that day. Fantastic streaks of faint smeared cloud on a canvas of deep and varying blue. The shade of the Golden Gate Bridge, 'Internatinal Orange' or orange vermilion chosen for the visually pleasing way it blends in with the land on shore and also the visibility it offered to passing ships was a walk I won't soon forget. I felt easily spooked when getting too close to the railings, knowing very well that people are driven to desperation and take their lives and seeing the railing it wasn't a very difficult thing to do. But still, the cold air rushed across my face and turned my hair into a messy bird's nest in a braid and every one on the trip walked past it in good spirits. All except for one girl who rolled her ankle getting off the plane after arriving in San Francisco. The city where we had to do the most walking and it had to happen there. At least such tragedy struck later on in the trip rather than earlier on.
I took far too many photographs of the Golden Gate Bridge but I think by then I was at my most feverish shutter-buggery and I what little opportunity I had with a camera, a glorious and sunny day and tourist views to photograph. All I can do at the moment is revel in the photographs I have taken, write commentaries and show them off for now. Shackled to my desk to study for my end of year exams.

So many thousands of feet off the ground

I don't even get that afraid of heights but I am not good with places where people jump off of things in suicide. A little nerve wracking to see how long the railing on the Golden Gate Bridge is and how long it is before you hit either the freezing cold water or a bunch of jagged rocks. Even when the views are beautiful and breath-taking I still found it scary people can be driven to desperation to jump. It's scary because I know what it is like myself to be that kind of sad, insane and crazy with desperation and depression.

That's a bridge too far

I really did enjoy photographing the amazing views of San Francisco including taking a ferry tour around Alcatraz and the Golden Gate Bridge but it was a really long torturous trip just to get there by bus. We had lunch before around the shops down by the harbour side and it was beautiful to take the views in and take the cold sea breeze into out lungs. Something refreshing about coffee before crossing a harbour bridge.