We are back where we started, on a picture of a bridge. Not just any bridge, but my favorite bridge, the Golden Gate Bridge, which, ironically, is where I started also, because I was born in San Francisco, and grew up across the bay.
Also, I am leaving tomorrow to visit my 97-year-old mother, who still lives in the house I grew up in.
I guess what I am saying is to prepare yourself for a lot of Bay Area photos, some of which will undoubtedly be of this bridge.
Pouring My Art Out 
I don’t know why, but it felt like the first two pictures were kind of calling me? 🙂
Calling you what???
calling me “X”
how did they pronounce it?
it was more like visually
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That one came out really cool. It reminds me of those really complex string art pieces.
Right?