You would think that by now I would be used to 4th of July in San Francisco. No matter where I go and what I try, the fog will always block the fireworks. I never learn.
This year, I drove around trying to find the right place and decided to climb up Corona Heights, where a hundred or so people had settled on every rock. We all knew better but we hoped, just hoped it would work out. Of course, it didn’t. With the exception of a few home made flares in the Mission, we couldn’t see at thing. Determined not to walk away empty handed, I turned the camera on the people, all sitting, waiting and hoping that something would change. We never learn.