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The lone lampposts stand rooted and tall, awaiting nightfall to cast their hope upon those needing direction and guidance.

The lone lampposts stand rooted and tall, awaiting nightfall to cast their hope upon those needing direction and guidance.

I awoke bright and early, wanting to capture the first glimpses of a sunrise, sun peaking above the ocean horizon. Fisherman waited patiently hoping to catch some tasty delights. A walk south along the beach filled my morning, discovery upon discovery stirring the awe-struck photographer within me. Exotic flowers filled my nostrils with glorious scent,…
With the Flickr admins falling behind in their definition of project themes AGAIN (no pressure, no pressure), I’ve again taken it on myself to find a theme for this week. Hence, feeling playful and inspired, I’ve decided to extend the joy that I find in my walk to work, through the Mission District. 🙂 This…