Sometimes pictures just throw themselves at you. I needed to go into the city, so I decided that I would swing by Ocean Beach on my way in and snap some pics. I couldn't find a parking spot until almost all the way to the cliff house, but when I finally did, I stepped out of the car, and saw this.
The footprints speak to me -- they speak of action, without action. It almost seems like that old "footprints" story about walking with Jesus.
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VERRRRYYY NIIIICE!!
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