San Francisco :: The Golden Gate Bridge

...man, was it windy! As I walked on the bridge, it swayed and thumped under my feet. The cars and buses zoomed by within inches, and the annoyed bicyclists tried to make their way through the crowd of tourists. The wind was pounding so hard that it made me completely disoriented and somewhat deaf for the entire day that we spent at the Golden Gate Bridge. The pages of my pad kept trying to run away with the wind, and the soft pastels on paper quickly turned to flying dust. I finally hid underneath the bridge amidst wild flowers and was able to relax a little and take in the beauty of the surroundings. Here are a few of my "windy" studies of the bridge.