When I was little, our school took us to Half Moon Bay, a coastal town 23 miles south of San Francisco along Highway 1, for the Half Moon Bay Art & Pumpkin Festival. All I remember was standing in a field of orange globes with a bunch of other students, each of us searching for our ideal one. All the other kids took home big pumpkins, while I selected one much smaller. Maybe it was laziness, but I like to think I found value in the less desirable pick, the diamond in the rough, the scrappy upstart of a squash… No, definitely laziness.
I took these photos during my last visit to Half Moon Bay about 25 years later. From historic Main Street to the shores of Dunes Beach to the docks around Barbara’s Fishtrap, here are some pics my Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 35 mm never could’ve captured.