Morning marsh
I ride down the Mill Valley to Sausalito bike path on the way to the ferry each morning. I’m constantly reminded of that Harvey Keitel movie where he takes a picture from the same street corner every day for years (Smoke), because I want to do the same thing. This part of my ride is different every day. The tide. The birds. The color of the marsh. The color of the sky. Always beautiful. Always magical.
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