ContemplationSan Francisco, California I stood in the rain with my lens cupped in my hands, watching the fog try to swallow the Golden Gate Bridge whole. And I found myself thinking about uncertainty. About how people drift in and out of our lives. About how time keeps moving, whether we are ready or not. About how love, when it is real, outlasts all of it. The fog doesn't erase the bridge. It just changes what you can see. And maybe that is the whole point. Some