My wife and I recently took a short drive out past San Francisco, down the coast along Highway 1 to a little town called Montara. She had been wanting to test out her newly acquired manual camera and I wanted to take a break from my illustration work to do some plein air sketching. In Montara, there's a quaint little hostel set up by a New England style lighthouse where my wife stayed two nights before our wedding. We made it a point to return when I picked her up the following morning. When we arrived, the sun was just starting to break through the overcast skies, which was a disappointment to me since I prefer overcast painting conditions, but it made for a beautiful day and we both got to enjoy 'working' with each other at our own respective craft.