San Francisco Sunset

Sometimes you find yourself in the right spot at exactly the right moment. On a recent trip to San Francisco I was tired, jet lagged and overall just not interested in meeting some former colleagues for a quick drink. But I rallied and was reminded about how the smallest moments can bring such happiness. I was in SF two years ago when I found out my beloved grandfather had passed away. I was devastated and stranded in a city that had once held such joy and now felt forever tainted by that experience. But two years on, seated at the Hilton overlooking a city I love, watching the fog roll in and the sun set, I was reminded of many wonderful memories of SF and my grandfather. So enjoy the magical Karl the Fog at sunset.