BY WAY OF THE HEADLANDS
An outing to the Marin headlands across from San Francisco and the decision to have brought by camera along resulted in one of my favorite series so far.
𝘉𝘺 W𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴: 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 I
𝘓𝘰𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘻𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘭 𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘭 𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘢, 𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘣𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘴 𝘦𝘴𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦, 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘰 𝘩ú𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘶𝘢 𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳, 𝘥𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘰 𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘥.
𝘉𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴: 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 II
“𝘗𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘰𝘴, 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘶𝘣𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴 𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘴 𝘺 𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘦𝘥𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰 𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘰.”
𝘉𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴: 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 III
𝘓𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘤í𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴. 𝘊𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥í𝘢 𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘢 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘢, 𝘺 𝘤𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘢𝘨𝘶𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘶𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘣𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘴𝘪 𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢.
𝘉𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴: 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 IV
𝘏𝘢𝘣í𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘫𝘢 𝘢𝘩í, 𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘻 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘭 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘢 𝘦𝘴𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘥í𝘢𝘴.