The Story Behind The Photo...
Have you ever watched a city wake up and felt like you were the only one seeing it?
The hill at Alamo Square was steep, and my breath hitched in the cool San Francisco air, smelling faintly of eucalyptus and ocean mist. It was early—before the tour buses, before the joggers. Just me, the damp grass, and the soft hum of a city shaking off its sleep.
Below me stood the “Seven Sisters,” the famous row of Victorian homes that have watched over Steiner Street since the 1890s. Known to the world as “Postcard Row,” they are more than just a TV show backdrop; they are survivors of earthquakes and changing times, a colorful defiant line of history against the modern glass skyline rising behind them.
I set up my tripod in the quiet, my hands cold but steady. The fog, “Karl” as the locals call him, was drifting back toward the bay, leaving the sky a canvas of soft pink and blue. Then, the first golden light hit the intricate “gingerbread” trim of the houses, making the pastel colors sing against the waking city.
Click.
In that moment, I wasn’t just taking a picture. I was capturing a handshake between the past and the future. Standing there, wrapped in the beauty of human craft and God’s sunrise, I felt a deep, quiet joy—a reminder that some things only grow more beautiful with time.
