Time passes passing time

During today’s commute home, I took a turn through the Presidio. I wound around a bit and found myself driving up a short, narrow road on the northwest side of the San Francisco National Cemetery. The road ended at a locked gate–perhaps an entrance for workers. No one was around so I parked and grabbed a few shots of these hillside graves:

Presidio graves

Canon G11 in observance.

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