(via ohheygreat) This weekend I was back in San Francisco. Sunday was beautiful. I walked over to Land’s End, and as I stood by Eagle Point, some people pointed out that there were dolphins - or probably porpoises, they were so big - playing just down below us, in what looked to be the water in front of China Beach. There were four or five of them, and from our point way up on high we watched them surface and disappear, turning and scooping and swimming down in the distant surf.  I ran down to China Beach after a while, hoping for a closer view, but when I got there, I couldn’t see them anymore. It was okay, though. I sat on top of the big rock and felt the air and the sun, listened to the wind and the occasional sounds of conversation and laughter when I turned my head away from powerful breeze. Following this shot will be a brief series of the surf that day. Swirls and streaks and shimmers, disappearing and reappearing. Start, and start again.
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This weekend I was back in San Francisco. Sunday was beautiful. I walked over to Land’s End, and as I stood by Eagle Point, some people pointed out that there were dolphins - or probably porpoises, they were so big - playing just down below us, in what looked to be the water in front of China Beach. There were four or five of them, and from our point way up on high we watched them surface and disappear, turning and scooping and swimming down in the distant surf. 

I ran down to China Beach after a while, hoping for a closer view, but when I got there, I couldn’t see them anymore. It was okay, though. I sat on top of the big rock and felt the air and the sun, listened to the wind and the occasional sounds of conversation and laughter when I turned my head away from powerful breeze.

Following this shot will be a brief series of the surf that day. Swirls and streaks and shimmers, disappearing and reappearing. Start, and start again.