I’ve been living on the fat of my California photo safari for
at least two months and there's no end in sight. And today I’m riding the rapture of
West Marin yet again, this time in living color.
West Marin, essentially the coastal part of a famously liberal, educated, wealthy, eat organic county just across the Golden Gate from San
Francisco, boasts of attributes that weaken my knees. The mighty Pacific, farm and sea to table
cuisine, a rich wine aesthetic and pastures literally kissing the surf promote
palpitations and labored breathing in old people.
BMW socialists aside, West Marin is a trove photographic
wonders some of which appear herein and with minimal commentary. And here’s a
precocious little Russian River Pinot Noir while we’re at it.
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2 comments:
The first three images and the fifth show the magic of Marin County so completely and beautifully. How many people have said to themselves "If only I could time travel back to the mid-1800s and buy land here." It is indeed breathtaking. Thanks, Steve!
Ain't that the truth. I really love the place.
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