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(My) Photo of the Day



I've been visiting many blogs over the past few weeks from all over the globe and admiring photographs that people have taken of their home towns, so I thought I'd take the camera in to work today and see if I could find something worth taking a picture of. Much like my "Journey into work" post of a few weeks ago, I was once again drawn to the waterfront!

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Neva said…
You have some very nice photos. YOu should join the City Daily Photo Bloggers....you would be awesome...ok 2 things....love your very sweet picture of you and your son....I am assuming mommy was resting as well hmmmmm?????
And , Yes, one can walk or bike or drive the Golden Gate....those people bike EVERYWHERE in San Francisco and it is ridiculously steep...they are NUTS> :) Thanks for visiting....consider my suggestion!
Uma por Dia said…
Welcome to the addiction!
What a gorgeous photo!
Marcel said…
I'm always drawn to the waterfront too. Thanks for visiting Sitka Daily Photo!
The D in D & T said…
beautiful view, lovely photo.
Anonymous said…
You managed a really good one. I like d it too!

Cheers!
Kris McCracken said…
I'm planning to take one in the upcoming week in the afternoon as an interesting counterpoint.

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