It’s easy to forget at Stanford that Half Moon Bay, and by proxy, all this nonsense, is literally a little jaunt over the hill. Like forty minutes in Sunday traffic.
These are all from the very scenic Fitzgerald Marine Reserve, which is known for tidepools and beautiful stands of cedar trees planted by a now-defunct hotel owner. I need to come back at low tide.
A real enchanted forest feeling here, owing to the unnaturally straight rows of trees.
This almost has a Hopper-esque feel to me. Probably the contrasting colors.
Evidence to the court vis a vis Best Coast. The opposition has…what, Jersey?