the hawthorne bridge is a sex machine (oh baby, take me to the otherside)
Seriously though, its always such a thrill to ride along this bridge. The incredible views are something all on their own, but when you're pedaling like God is on your side, your legs are burning and your heart is going to explode... well, there's just no time to take in the views. So you end up getting these little glimpses, these split second vistas. And meanwhile the buses go rumbling by, there are runners and walkers in the bike lane (get over onto pedestrian lane, please!), and then of course there are cyclists going so much faster than you that are trying to pass.
And then there are people like me. Slamming on the brakes, getting in the way, trying to grab a picture when I know... I just know that pictures are too flat and the world just really isn't. So this blue moon and this sunset and this guy Charlie ("you're in my shot!"), colorful as they are, must be drained of color, because the color can't be accurate. But they cannot be cropped out because this moment of action is a slice of time, captured as it is.