San Francisco Golden Gate Fog

The Golden Gate Bridge rises in burnt orange through rolling violet fog, its cables sweeping toward a tower that dissolves into mist while an ocean liner steams beneath and a propeller plane banks overhead. A lone figure in a long coat watches from the rocks, case in hand, the whole bay washed in dusk blues and lavender. Painted in the atmospheric, romantic style of transcontinental travel posters. Cool, contemplative and unmistakably the bay — a piece for anywhere that could use a window onto the Pacific.