The end of the bay

I was way down south again today. It's a strange place where shiny new office parks meet the habitat of endangered burrowing owls, and the some-time port of Alviso sinks gently back into the mud.
I was forbidden to walk on the grass here, in case I should disturb the owls. The extras are the "neighbourhood watch" at the top of the pylon, and a view of the little pocket park on the edge of the office parking lot.