I've been doing a lot of traveling lately and am always excited to discover a new place, be it Vancouver, Canada, where I just spent a few days, or Tucson, AZ for a girls getaway. Yet, when I arrive back to San Francisco, I am always giddy about calling this great city home.
On approach to the airport I looked out the window of the plane and caught this fabulous perspective of the city's famous icon. For a few seconds I just stared as it sailed slowly by, mesmerized by the beauty of something I've seen hundreds of times.
It reminded me that there's always a new way to see the same old place.