Cypress Trees, bathed in fog

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photo by Donald Kinney

I've spent two delightful mornings recently with Cypress and fog near the Sutro Baths and Cliff House area of San Francisco's western coastline.



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I've been trying out my new camera body, the Canon5D Mark2. With over 330,000 shutter actuations, my trusty old Canon5D was growing a bit long-in-the-tooth.



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But what a plethora of great photo-ops here amidst the Cypress. The Park Service has built a zig-zagging trail through the trees and has done a lot of native plant restoration in the area.



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I am no stranger to fog. It is an old friend. The fog and twisted Cypress remind me of similar scenes I explored as a kid on the Monterey Peninsula, oh so many years ago.

When I get older, losing my hair
Many years from now
Will you still be sending me a Valentine
Birthday greetings, bottle of wine?
If I'd been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door?

Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four?

You'll be older too
And if you say the word
I could stay with you
I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday morning, go for a ride
Doing the garden, digging the weeds
Who could ask for more?

Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four?

Every summer we can rent a cottage in the Isle of Wight
If it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save!
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera, Chuck, and Dave
Send me a postcard, drop me a line
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say;
Yours sincerely, wasting away!
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine forevermore

Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four?



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