Secondhand Smokette and I needed to get away and relax: So, we escaped to a coast town south of San Francisco called Pescadero for a night of Bed and Breakfast. I have a new camera, so I thought I’d see what it could do. Here are a few of the pics with which I am most pleased. I hope you are too.
Flowers were everywhere:
Seagulls and fog:
As I began shooting, this horse kept putting his head in and out of the window—almost as if he was showing off.
A tree grows in the wetlands:
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