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Winter in the Bay Area, can anything be so romantic? Long walks along the shore in the rain, hand-in-hand with a long piece of kelp; gentle drives on the narrow and winding cliff roads while your windshield wipers stop wiping and start scratching the windshield; gleefully wading through a flooded parking lot to reach your room at the Captain Nemo Motel.
Meanwhile, the state water board tells us all this recent rain is just a drop in the bucket, barely making up for the clear skies we enjoyed until January. If this is really a drought, how come my shoes won't dry out? And they smell really bad, too.
Doesn't look quite real, does it? A view of the Golden Gate Bridge during a break in the rains. Depending on the light, the Golden Gate Bridge can appear in at least four colors: red, orange, purple and light purple, and even gold. Ordinary steel bridges just can't match it.
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A seagull sits on a rock near the yacht clubs along the Marina Green of San Francisco. Not every bird can sit on this rock. Pigeons aren't aggressive enough to take the rock and keep it, crows are too smart, and hawks can't be lured down to sea level.
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The next front moves into the Bay Area, and the orange disappears into something that looks like a black and white photo....with color.
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Pelicans glide toward the Golden Gate. They've been feeding a lot lately near Bay Area bridges. I drove past a dozen or more on the San Rafael Bridge, north of here.
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The rains have flooded this bocce ball court in sophisticated Emeryville. The sun hides behind the lamp post.
And we start the cycle over again, with a red sunrise near the San Rafael Bridge. The next front arrives to remind us we're still in a drought.
