Having moved to San Francisco during a particularly cold June, I soon realized that may not be the case. Although our version of cold is not really all that cold, our geography is such that we can experience 3 seasons in a day, especially along the coast or at elevation.
Hints of weather warming during an Indian Summer later in the year. It may not have the consistency of affording us putting away layers for months at a time, but the eventual warm weather is arguably more appreciated. Days when parks and beaches are prioritized over offices, bikes loaded for nights under the stars.
Often, we are rewarded for pushing through the elements. Despite the undeniable joy in a cloudless blue sky, I rarely capture images in these circumstances that rival those in clearing skies, a thick fog, or the occasional, mythical beam. beam (n) Found amongst fog or low-lying clouds, sun unobstructed above, backlit against a dark background, hopefully over an otherwise picturesque scene. Simple.
But, experience weather symptomatic of each. We enjoy days of jerseys fully unzipped after mid-ride swims; bundle up through brisk mornings, breath visible, a slight sting in the chest or ears; and push on through sheets of falling rain. Properly outfitted with the right mindset, adverse weather can be a beautiful thing. We and our bikes can get wet. When roads get slick - take to the dirt, Ornot
Photos and words by Bryan Markwardt