04/19/2026
Part 4 — And finally, we were getting closer to the Golden Gate Bridge.
I pulled out my telephoto lens to catch those iconic orange‑red tones glowing in the golden hour, and my heart was racing even though my legs were tired. The long walk from Pier 39 all the way here felt exhausting and rewarding in equal measure.
We slowed down, taking in every moment as the bridge shimmered in the sunlight. By the time we reached the gate, dusk had settled in—the moon rising in a clear blue sky, the bridge turning into a silhouette I’ve dreamed of seeing up close for over 20 years.
Touching the steel, feeling its texture, standing beneath its massive presence… it felt like stepping into a memory I had manifested long before this day.