Photos from the bay.

Whoops. Looks like I procrastinated too much and didn't write the second post I said I would. Not much else happened during that trip, except that we went to San Francisco. I think this can be better described with pictures. I'm also going to include some photos from the rest of the trip.

The ocean under a pier in Santa Cruz. The waves were the same size there as anywhere else along the beach, except that here the water ran between the columns in an immensely cool way. There were also a lot of pigeons there, and pigeons, being the most photogenic birds in existence, often find themselves in front of my camera. However, due to the unbelievably long delay between me pressing the button and the shutter snapping, I didn't get any good pictures of them. I'm surprised I got any good pictures at all this trip, with that damn delay. Can't seem to fix it, either.

One of my favorite photos for this trip. The rail bridge over the river that runs through Santa Cruz--don't know what it's called. The sign, apparently, had no meaning for this gentleman.

Palms in downtown SC. They made a nice composition with the traffic light.


A field of yellow flowers on Highway 1, somewhere in the insanely scenic stretch between Santa Cruz and Half Moon Bay.


More of the same, except purple. It was one of the most amazing places I've ever seen.


Aah, San Francisco. Such a great place.

The famous TransAmerica tower. The funny thing is, standing across the street from it, it looks about five times taller than it actually is (and it's already about 800 feet or so) due to the fact that the tapering shape messes up your perspective.

Chinatown. My favorite part of the city. I went there with over forty dollars to buy whatever the hell I wanted, and for some unfathomable reason, all I got was a box of candy. Shops overflowing with stuff, and just one little box of candy. That still really, really bugs me.

More of Chinatown. The streets were as packed with people as the shops were with souvenirs. Just about the only place in the United States where a white person feels like the minority.

Oddly enough, while wandering through Chinatown wondering why I didn't want to spend my money, I ran into Sabra, an eight-foot-wide Israeli restaurant tucked between two Chinese places of business. Highly random...


Here's one more. Walking between two buildings, I saw a great photo opportunity...