Towse: views from the hill

Sunrise. Ferry coming in. Traffic on the Bay Bridge.

Can you believe I took forty some pictures of the pre-sunrise, sunrise, post-sunrise this morning?

Sure you can. 

… as my DOD used to say. We’re back. Aunti K’s departure included a bit of excitement, more than enough to wake us up after the red-eye flight back.

This morning we walked over to the Ferry Building after breakfast for his nibs’ loaf of sour batard and a bag of sour croutons from Acme Bread and for some vegetables.
 

I scored a bag full of tomatoes from the heirloom tomato lady — a few of these, a couple of those, some for salads, some for eating with the fresh basil that’s overwhelming my pots up on the deck — yellow, lemon, red, purple, orange — plus assorted shapes and colors of peppers.

Home.