Going Home

When I think of San Francisco Ill remember blue skies and a warm breezy sunshine, water, bleached white buildings, clean wide streets, China Town with a million things to look at, most of them totally new to me. We stepped into the postcard of the Golden Gate Bridge and steep streets with trolley cars.

And now we head home, back to the farm. Everything will be so different by tomorrow.


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  1. Your pictures are terrific Maria….many might think we would see the usual, the bridge, Coit Tower, or the arch over Grant Ave. going into Chinatown. Your vision is the perspective of the intuitive. May your journey be as easy as it can be and very safe. May all that greets you at home embrace you with joy and possibility.

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