Saturday, April 19, 2008

Three Clouds, Four Steps...

Crissy Field is one of the joys of living in San Francisco. Set between The Golden Gate Bridge and the city proper, I go there there at least twice monthly just to get away, smoke a stogie, and recharge. For a boy from NYC whose horizon lines consisted of the very next block, Crissy Field offers an open expanse that inspires and reinvigorates (and it's right beside a certain pet cemetery).

I've never owned a house, never even owned a car- but I continue to have the luxury to escape the reality of what we've all become...

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