In 1968 my father bought a house and semi retired to Carmel California. If you've never been there it's a wonderful sleepy little beach town tucked away on the Monterey Peninsula with little quaint cottages (with english thatched roofs), restaurants serving english tea and scones, and a plethora of art galleries. At least in '68 it was.
The Carmel Mission was very near my father's house, and if one were to make the loop along the beach, one would pass by the Mission. On a morning when the sun had peaked over the ever present fog I happened to walk by the back of the Mission where there is a window surrounded by Aloe Vera plants. Snap.
Shooting Leica and Tri-X.