Yesterday I drove in the thick fog to Broadway Burlingame to pick up the bicycle Bay Trail from Coyote Point. The sun came out, pretty much, and it was lovely . . . up until I took the wrong fork at the Belmont Slough and had to ride a mile or so back to Hillsdale. From there I just boogied down El Camino Real to San Carlos, where I popped over to Old County Road, and on to Menlo Park where I had lunch with Kit.
Both Friday and Saturday I was in Ft. Point, under the Golden Gate Bridge, where a celebration of its 75th year is under way. Seventeen artists have International Orange-themed exhibits throughout the fort, including a radio station (hence the soldier holding his radio, with me reflected).
But I procrastinate. Today I need to work on learning more technical stuff in Photoshop. Every time I upgrade the program I vow to learn how to work smarter. Ha!