It looks more like a 19th century etching than a photograph. HDR ? Not even. That's how it was. No real whites, no full blacks. So it doesn't have that amazing Ansel Adams look. But at least I am in the same city he was brought up. Actually, I am in the perfect position for spying. But spying on what ? Maybe count the cars on the lower level of the Bay Bridge with a powerful enough looking glass. Here I feel far away in the past, the past that I built in my mind from reading and watching old movies. A past that probably has not existed. Travelling in some parts of the world is always an expectation of things we imagined. The only time you don't loose your illusions is when you land somewhere you never thought you would ever visit, a place you never saw any pictures of, never heard anything about. A small town in the center of the Massif Central in France, for exemple. I wish I could have had a clean vision of San Francisco when I first visited. Unfortunately, it was full of mental photographs of a totally false, imaginary place.