They say that the best camera is the one you have with you.
It had just stopped raining (an incredibly rare thing at the time) when we stopped at the old submarine (now fishing) pier at Fort Baker. The air was clear with a bit of a nip from the strong and consistent breeze from the ocean through the … Continue reading
How long has it been since I’ve blogged? Weeks and weeks! Since December 7th, to be exact—over a month! In the past 10 years I don’t think I’ve ever gone a whole month without blogging! But life got really, really insanely busy.
I have moved back to Atlanta—talk about a time- and task-intensive process!
The villainous Sausalito fire hydrant bandit has re-emerged, gasp: with a new colour palate!
You may recall I previously posted about the bandit’s outrageously gratuitous and unsolicited art installations around town: painting the fire hydrants around Sausalito. He was even encountered on our street!
Well, apparently, the villain remains at large, unfettered by prison, and has struck again on our … Continue reading
I recently learned about the practice of speed biking—where cyclists compete to travel challenging courses as fast as possible, and they post their times on competition websites. Much to my displeasure, Sausalito is part of such a course: Sausalito bicycle speed racing!
I have vivid memories of the first barber shop I visited as a very young child—a tiny place, only 5 or 6 chrome plated chairs with little padded arm rests for men to wait their turn. Unlike the picture, the seat and back were black. The shop only had room for 2 barbers. As a young child I thought these … Continue reading
Every time I go to Saylor’s restaurant, on Bridgeway Boulevard in Sausalito, they seem genuinely glad to see me and go out of their way to be welcoming. I’ve been eating here regularly for over two years now.
I confess to really enjoying having random conversations with people I don’t know. Chance encounters with people almost always interest me. Generally, these are direct conversation I specifically have with a person I don’t know. But, sometimes, because of circumstances, these random conversations are conversations between other people that I overhear–not because I’m intentionally eaves dropping, but because the … Continue reading
I really like living in Sausalito. It’s the smallest town I’ve ever lived in (between 6,000 and 7,000 residents); yet, I feel as though I live in a big city with San Francisco just across the bridge. And then there is the Marin Headlands in the back yard…