Thursday, August 27, 2009
I don't get over to the coast nearly as much as I would like. The county road pictured above has been in my life for as long as I can remember. Coming home from a visit with my mom for her 81st birthday, I stopped and rolled down the window to try to capture the sun sinking into the marine fog blanketing the Pacific. It's typical summer weather, where the damp ocean air, chilled by a current from Alaska, meets the hot, dry air of the sun-parched inland earth. I need to find my way over there more often. Besides that, my mom is the greatest person I know.