One of my favorite spots from my childhood: a lone tree atop a hill with a small farm beyond where my two brothers and I used to get milk fresh from the cow. Who remembers what that tastes like? What I remember is that it was so good that it was usually gone by the time we got home 🙂
As we were huffing and puffing up California Street in San Francisco, people much older than us were passing us, haha! On one of our many breaks, about two thirds up, I turned around and took this shot.