january?

I took this photo at Fort Funston yesterday afternoon. It was bright (obviously) and nearly 70 degrees. Pods of dolphins frolicked close to shore. Bikini-clad humans played fetch with sun-drunk dogs. Did I mention that it's January?

In my previous post, I said that San Francisco's pasts and patterns are increasingly woven into my story of self. So, too, are its sensuous joys.