A trip to the city is a time-honored holiday ritual, no matter which city is yours. When I was a young boy, New York seemed to be the greatest Christmas city in the world. Only forty miles from my home, New York seemed so far away, so hugely exotic; a Christmas wonderland. Now, New York actually is far away, almost 3000 miles from my home here in Northern California. These days, a holiday trip into San Francisco evokes the same memories, albeit not as chilly or white.
A couple days ago I went to San Francisco for a holiday lunch with a very good friend. Taking the ferry from Larkspur to avoid parking and traffic, the day was pure joy. It was the simple celebration of all that is important; a good meal, good company, a celebration of holiday and life. On the way home, the sun, at its winter-solstice lowest, glowed like a holiday fireplace. It was the capping to a perfect day and a reminder that a photographer should always have his or her camera at all times. One never knows when the world will turn magical on you.
The happiest of holidays to everyone! Auguri!