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
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!
Sausalito will always be one of my favourite places on the planet. For my friends who want to venture into … Continue reading Want a Weekend in Sausalito?
Taylor got really sick for the first time over two years ago, and every since then I’ve been on high alert. Each passing day with him the gift that keeps on giving. Continue reading He Fell Asleep
Taylor & I decided to take a brief respite from the traffic on our commute from the office in San Francisco to our home in Sausalito by taking in the landscape between The Golden Gate Bridge and Fort Mason just sitting on a bench. Continue reading It Happened Before
It shouldn’t surprise anyone that I’m here, let alone me. Without thought, driving along Old Mason Street, on a whim … Continue reading I Love You. Yes, I Do.
Walt enters my mind quite a bit when I’m on the ferry. He’s got a way with words; and he … Continue reading A Promise to California
By now, it’s just normal. It’s our day, the part we spend together and the part we spend apart. But … Continue reading Our New Normal
Heading to the office in San Francisco early this particular September morning brought quite a few thoughts into my head. I couldn’t … Continue reading Sunrise on the Hills, Voices of the Night
This beautiful poem written by George Sterling at the turn of the last century about the city we both love going … Continue reading The City By the Sea — San Francisco