The top of California Street just before sunrise on a full moon morning in March, J's forty-first birthday. What a perfect present. he had been trying to crystallize this shot for over a year and had been close several times but never had all the elements line up. But on this morning magic was in the air. He raced the truck through the canyons of the financial district, pulled quickly to the curb, grabbed the sticks out of the back bed and ran up California, puffing hard. Just a few minutes before the sun broke the horizon, the moon slid perfectly into position and the cable car crested the hill, putting a true San Francisco touch to the moment.