Hi all.
Pictures do a better job of describing the otherworldly beauty of the Pacific Coast than words. The black-washed mist on the haystacks of Bodega Bay. Colors dotting the rugged coastlines, stepping closer, one sees they are wildflowers. Elk, ravens, and wild dogs that have survived in this harsh landscape. The sweeping fog rolling in over the orange Golden Gate bridge, a strange sight against the Marin Headlands, yet a spectacular sight against the glittering bay of white-sailed boats and the futurist city of San Francisco behind the bridge’s net. The white lace in the ocean tides at Stinson Beach, and the black flower heads that grow beside Highway 1. Even the peaceful trees that loom in the remains of their forest in Samuel P. Taylor State Park are remnants of beauty from an era before modern ways.
It is cliche to call it beautiful, but didn’t someone say that in a famous poem, once?
As usual, all opinions are my own. Time for the photos.
