“Moooooo!” Yes. You heard right. A slobbery, fuzzy brown cow called to me to feed it some leafy greens as I passed its stable walking towards my destination.
The grass was a vibrant green, still moist with the past week of rain under our feet. We could feel the warm sun shining over the hilltops, spilling into the valley below and onto our faces as we walked into Briones Regional Park in Martinez. A few timid black and brown cows nearby spotted as approaching them and slowly began to move as a heard to the hill side.
A few dark clouds loomed over head as we drove into the city. We thought nothing of it really- it has been raining here on and off for the past three months now. We pulled up to the Legion of Honor in San Francisco where we had planned to take a few quick images before make a hike down to a special little beach in Land’s End called Mile Rock Beach.
The sweet scent of eucalyptus filled the air as the gentle giant trees swayed overhead. The warm sun filtered through the tree branches with their minty green leaves, giving it a golden glow. I could hear some children laughing, playing from somewhere in the tree line and began my way up the path to seek out the most perfect location.
It was the crack of dawn. The sun was just starting to spill onto the golden walls of the Palace of Fine Arts in San Francisco. The entire place filled with a gentle hush. There were no cars whizzing by to be heard, no tourists snapping photos with their cameras, nothing. Just a gentle breeze and a few morning birds starting to wake up.
San Francisco has an abundance of romantic spots, but there’s something about Pier 7 that really warms the heart. Perhaps it’s the original wooden boards that line this last undeveloped pier, stretching from the bustling Embarcadero out to the peaceful sea, lined with an ornate cobalt railing and antique lamp posts.