San Francisco from Twin Peaks.
My birthday is Tuesday, November 6th. All I want for my birthday is for you to vote.
A long exposure from Twin Peaks this past weekend. The luminous tungsten artery of Market Street and just about every other surface of San Francisco was crawling with activity.
I grew up in the Midwest, where it feels as though Chicago's skyscrapers can be seen towering above cornfields as far west as Nebraska—so the experience of seeing the bulk of San Francisco and Oakland spread before my feet and twinkling in the evening cool was very unusual. Watch lights twinkled from windows and rooftops along the fingers of tungsten tributaries webbed across the floodplain of civilization.
From above, the city feels remote, inaccessible. I was reminded of Bullet in the Blue Sky by U2,
Through the alleys of a quiet city streetYou take the staircase to the first floor Turn the key and slowly unlock the door As a man breathes into a saxophone And through the walls you hear the city groan Outside is America Outside is America