Why, look at that! Our 99th Photo Flurry. I can’t think of a better way to welcome the approaching triple digits than with a massive collection of photos from my most recent visit to one of the prettiest places in all of California – San Francisco’s Sutro Baths. Once a lavish private bath house and museum, it burned down to the ground in the sixties, leaving behind a striking, skeletal carcass of rusty beams and crumbling concrete, with tides eroding its remnants year by year.
There is something enchanted about this spot, in spite of the graffiti and litter, and it’s not just the crashing waves and pelicans. Ales, Courtenay and I spent a couple of hours watching the sun’s descent, ignoring vicious icy winds and testing C’s new vintage Polaroid. I couldn’t decide which photos would get to stay above a jump, so I’m keeping them all jump-free for the duration of this week. Allow them to load and enjoy the misty, pebbly, glowing magic and the antics within.
[Ales giving me Blue Steel]