If all goes accordingly (and doesn’t it always?) Marin County in Northern California will be my final resting place. OK, that sounds kind of morbid… let’s say rather that my wife and I would love to die there! Uh… wait… what I mean is we hope Northern California is where we’ll live out our days. You know, retire. Or something like that.
“Retire” is such an ugly word, though, isn’t it? Maybe “repurpose” is what I want. Rachel and I hope to one day repurpose ourselves in Northern California. Yeah, that’s better.
So why Northern California? Well…
Did this artist find herself a spot or what!
Bar. Yes, that’s the actual name. Bar. It’s old and gritty and has no kitchen; but you can bring in a burger
from down the street if you like. Like a 1967 VW it sits among the Rolls Royce establishments of Sausalito.
No frills, no food, no name. It’s almost perfect.
I posted about this fellow earlier this year. (do a search) His name is Matt Jaffe. A troubadour; storyteller.
The Sweetwater Music Hall in Mill Valley hosts big names and locals.
We happened upon this open mic night and it was pure fun.
I could not pass up this nautical motif in the back patio of a joint in Bolinas. The Coast Cafe.
Had fried oyster benedict for breakfast. I will never forget it. (And I mean that in a good way!)
The sky changes by the second this time of the evening. Magentas and violets fight for supremacy. Darkness wins, ultimately.
Majestic is an over-used descriptor… but really, that’s what they are. Mill Valley Redwoods.
Howard. As you might guess, totally laid back and groovy.
This dude at Rodeo Beach had some stuff going on. Dancing across the waves like some manic ballerino.
San Francisco viewed from Mt. Tamlapais; a city nestled in the fog.
The interplay of light and shadows at Stinson Beach.
The warm sunset of a cool evening.
Northern California. Works for us.