Every time we pass over the Golden Gate Bridge, I can’t keep myself from taking a picture of it. There are literally thousands of tourists a day who take photos of this icon of San Francisco, and even though we’ve lived here for over six years now, I never tire of its grandeur and its symbol of strength and future hope. Tourists trudge through gusty wind and often pouring rain just to say they have walked on the Golden Gate Bridge. When my brother came to visit, he was wearing shorts while the temperature dropped to what felt like near freezing with the wind blowing so hard he could hardly stand straight. But he said he just had to go with his son to say they walked it. I decided to wait in the car that day, but a part of me wished I went with him — just to say I walked it again…and just to take one more photo.