San Diego

San Diego’s Eucalyptus and humming birds. And the ocean breathes salty. In San Diego time moves maybe more like dream time. One day was three weeks. I woke up and it was time to go.

Mission Beach and Coronado. La Jolla and 910. Ran everyday at Mission Bay, it was so beautiful it tricked me into liking it (running that is). Made a trip to the zoo.

This guy was my favorite, I'm pretty sure he was dancing for me.

I could barely take my eyes off my rear view mirror as San Diego faded into the smog of Los Angeles.