Drifting lazily from afternoon into evening while the sun plays on the water.
It's an icon burned into the popular consciousness - the Golden Gate Bridge over the San Francisco Bay. Yet every time I am there it seems that I can't get my fill of trying to capture this colossus in new ways. This image conveys nicely some of the gritty structure behind the graceful form and maybe, hopefully, gets people to look at an old loved one with fresh eyes.
Monument Valley, Utah. It's only 5 square miles but has entered the popular imagination as typical of the American West, used as it has been in countless westerns. This particular scene was actually shot from our hotel balcony and was unknown to us until dawn, when this photo was taken. It's almost like cheating, because I pointed the camera at it and took the picture and voila - a tableau of mesas, fog and lingering springtime snow. What a scene.