San Francisco Photography

Mark Twain once said “the coldest winter I ever saw was the summer I spent in San Francisco.” Although the sun may be shining a mere 15 miles away, the Pacific Ocean often lays a thick blanket of fog over the city. Then it leaves it there. Sometimes for weeks. I grew up surfing the frigid beach breaks of the San Francisco peninsula. For that reason, I can attest to the value of a well-stitched wetsuit. Not to mention an over-sized yak fur hoody and a strong car heater fan to drive the icy pins and needles out of your feet.

The great thing about the Peninsula is how easily you can get off the beaten path. One moment you’re taking in the jagged city skyline. Twenty minutes later you’re above it all, hiking uphill over a sea of ocean fog. As far as urban living goes, San Fransisco ain’t bad.

Take a look at some Amsterdam street photography and some photos from climbing Aconcagua.