The light was strange on Friday evening I was wrapping up at work. We usually don’t get that many sunsets (because of the evening fog) but that night the setting sun was casting a yellowish glow over Sausalito. As I was riding towards the bridge on my scooter, I noticed that Angel Island was illuminated orange, which was quite stunning contrasted with the deep blue bay waters.

So I made a split-second decision to loop around on my scooter. But by the time I flipped open my helmet and dug the camera out of my backpack, Angel Island was no longer orange.