Waking up to Garbage: January 10

January 10, 2002— 7:35am

A glorious morning until I get to Oyster Point, where the road ducks under a rapidly retreating fog. I walk south along 101 to try to capture the sharply-defined edge of it, but before long I am intercepted by a round man in a tiny truck who kindly lets me know I am in utter violation of the rules of the road: no walking on the highway (or even by the side of it) except in the case of vehicular malfunctions! I'm lucky I don't get a ticket, it appears.

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Photos Marijke Rijsberman, 2002

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