On an overcast Sunday, we hiked the shoreline path at Oyster Point Marina...
...and sat down for a picnic in front of a group of feeding Canadian geese...
...who left us alone, unlike a few demanding seagulls who were insistent we share our sandwiches with them (we did not).
The southern section of this trail ends near the San Francisco Airport and a Costco, with the extreme low tide revealing dozens of shopping carts rotting away in the muck.
It looked like a visual metaphor for what we are soon to discover about the looting and destruction at the White House by the Orange Mussolini and his accomplices.
But let us not dwell on our collective PTSD and instead focus on the beautiful sense of relief that we have escaped full-blown fascism in this country by a feather.
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