Wednesday, February 23, 2011

My only skill as a photographer.

I am a terrible photographer, except at the beach. Is that funny? I just can't take a good picture to save my life, but put my toes in the sand and they all come out like art. Although, its kinda hard to take a bad picture of the beach. Whatever. Let me have my glory.

View from our room on my 23rd birthday



Pacifica, the pier where my dad's ashes were scattered

If I need to tell you where this is, you have problems.
Or aren't from California.
It's the Golden Gate Bridge.

Dillon's Beach

 Man. Now I want a vacation. Like bad. 

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