I have been asked in repeated communications to post a few more photos from my recent short R and R to Pescadero. It only takes one, if that! So, here is an encore:
These were some of the most beautiful flowers I have ever seen:
A pumping station in the wetlands that has seen better days:
This mini birdhouse was on a beautiful bush. I like the color contrast:
This is Chester, who rules the neighborhood with an iron fist:
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