It’s the first day of fall and we couldn’t be more relieved. It’s been a long, hot summer.
On a recent trip up north to the quaint town of Cambria, the fog rolled in and everything was gray and brown and looked like fall. Someone was playing bagpipes in the hills, adding to the moodiness and romance of the rocky cliffs and the sea below. The cool, damp air soothed our sun parched skin and made us eager to wear wooly sweaters again and drink hot tea next to crackling fires.
These photos were taken at the Fiscalini Ranch Preserve.