grab bag of pics that didn’t fit elsewhere:
The original lighthouse, decomissioned in the late 1800s because the one I showed earlier (in the smoke haze) was brighter. I didn’t realize that some lighthouses were literally designed to look like houses:
Apparently this one was made so the keeper would have his whole family on site.
Evidence that the other lighthouse is indeed functional:
A house along the bay. I love the stucco, the color, the back porch, all of it really:
I’m in no danger of moving back into a house, but oh my…
The sign says the lions this time of year are males and that the females are in California. But I think the one in the center yawning at the sky is female; she is about half the size and has a slender head:
Sometimes you can see the sun through the fog:
Other times the fog wins:
Entrance to a local brewpub:
There is nothing behind the fence; just fog. Behind the door is a steep stairway going down into the pub down the hill. This almost feels like a speakeasy scenario. I also wonder how many drunks have fallen down the brutally steep steps.
Arcane graffiti from the bathroom in that pub:
Vandalism here is hard to distinguish from art. Defacement of walls with spray paint is done two-tone stencils of squid, crabs, etc. It’s endearing.
Retro chee-to packaging at the local grocery:
And “chirps” which are chips made with crickets. The package says “average of one cricket per chip”:
Yes, I ate them. No, I didn’t notice anything unusual except for the darker bits on the
chips chirps. Might be a cheap way to increase protein in snacks.
Bonus pic of Muffin looking at the surf, obscured by fog: