POSTCARD from San Francisco’s other bridge. Morning, noon, night

The sun rises over the bridge that connects San Francisco and Oakland, commonly called the Bay Bridge.

It’s a sunshiny day in San Francisco.

At night, the Bay Bridge puts on a show, as lights along all the cable glitter and gleam in patterns that go from dusk to dawn.

The International Orange span of the Golden Gate Bridge is famous the world over, an iconic symbol of San Francisco. But I find myself drawn to San Francisco’s other bridge, the Bay Bridge that connects San Francisco and Oakland. The western span is named for former mayor Willie Brown.

The bridge was in the news when an earthquake hit the city in 1989, during the World Series, no less. Part of the bridge collapsed on itself — it’s a bi-level bridge — and had to be rebuilt.

I love it at night. The whole span is lit with white lights that sparkle and flow in a mesmerizing pattern that lasts all night. And I could watch it all night.

Ⓒ Text and photos Mary K. Tilghman

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