Standing over the Capilano River in Northern Vancouver, felt like I could touch the sky.
The natural airconditioning system that San Francisco's fog provides, engulfs the Golden Gate bridge most afternoons, providing very dramitic temperature changes, and leaving the tourists running to the shops to buy more clothes. Next time in San Francisco, watch how many people are wearing souvineer sweatshirts and jackets.
This is the bridge at my lake house on Tate mountain
A lone kilometer marker stands sentry along a misty mountain road in the northern Philippines.
A typical summer view of the San Francisco skyline from Sausalito, as late afternoon fog creeps in from the Golden Gate.
Relaxing beside the still morning river. Before the hustle and bustle of life begins.