…the daily water’s edge [bright skies, not so bright skies]; a foggy ferry to SF where building is booming to supply habitat for the New Arrogants; the all-too-bob-tailed ’45 awaits its upgraded bed; other vehicular sightings; some bad boats, a home-made trailer…
…and away again…
Some great reflections….love the tear drop selfie, doesn’t look real!
Looking forward to winter Wallshots.
Other than the exterior color, that Buick looks exactly like a car my mother used to have. That was one fun vehicle. Looks so big now, at the time we thought it was small.
I would love to own a tear-drop…..