June 6, 2007
But fog is never
A completely opposite view, from Marin Headlands, looking south...
Fog has a personality all it's own...
...here's one last wierd strip of it clinging on as long as possible,
over Pt. Bonita (at the right) to Land's End in SF (at the left).
On a completely different note:
Coyotes, crows, (& cockroaches...?)
They'll survive all of us...
This bold coyote (upper right) kept dashing down to the roadside,
to work on some roadkill - when he(or she?) heard a car coming,
there was a hasty retreat to the position in this photo.
There was enough of a gap between cars that some good eatin' got done.
There were two of them, taking turns.
I wasn't very far away (maybe 20-30 yards?) but since I wasn't dead,
I guess I wasn't on the menu.
A Fork In The Road...
Alot of times, I get off the bus at this juncture (the orange arrow below).
This shot reminds me of the lyric in a Warren Zevon song:
"One day I came to a fork in the road,
folks, I just couldn't go where I was told".
If I want to get to the highest point in the headlands,
I proceed (by foot) to the area in the orange circle.
If not, I follow the the other fork, down into the valley......
Is this land crumbling.. slowly, quietly...?
....or was it "just my 'magination"?
A rolling stone
Several other trips to the Headlands in recent months: