The End Is Near

The End Is Near

There is always a glimmer of hope. That’s what’s so great about the future. And that’s why I’m only posting pictures of Taylor, carrying a big stick. Continue reading The End Is Near

A Morning with the Rock

A Morning with the Rock

I’m staring at Alcatraz challenging it to stare back, while the moon stares at the back of my head. It’s 5:54 AM on a brisk 48 degree Saturday morning. I’d fallen asleep by 10:00 PM, a far cry from my younger days of starting my night at that time. At 3:30 AM, I was awake and by 4:47 AM, I decided that I wanted to accompany Alcatraz and Fort Mason while they watched the sunrise. Continue reading A Morning with the Rock

Silverado & Ram’s Gate

Silverado & Ram’s Gate

ld have noticed the storm clouds threatening the past hour. What it didn’t know was that I love the rain, the bigger the storm, the better, and in many ways, more romantic. I was alone on this particular afternoon. At the last minute, I decided that I wanted to pick up the Spring shipment of my wine from Silverado. That’s what can happen on any given Sunday in the Bay. Wine country is always an option, whether you have a reason or not. Continue reading Silverado & Ram’s Gate

Golden Gate, C’mon Man!

Golden Gate, C’mon Man!

The reformed cowboy turned hippy calls after his old black Lab mix, slowly making his way across my line of sight, tired and longing for home as his master beckons for him. He was dressed in all-cream-white linen pants and vest, a crisp brilliant white shirt and bolo underneath it, the suede tan of his cowboy boots providing a stark contrast to, not only his attire, but his long, grey-white braided hair growing from the middle of the back of his head, his long wispy goatee complementing it. He was a sight for sure. Continue reading Golden Gate, C’mon Man!