Alcatraz is a mystical place for me. That big rock sitting out in the middle of San Francisco Bay, sometimes glinting in sunshine and other times cloaked in fog. Where convicted criminals were housed in cold, bare cells and isolated from the world. It's said that at night they could hear the music . . .
Spring. It's sprung, at least this week and at least in the San Francisco Bay area and on the Monterey peninsula. And in Sonoma. Here's what I found on my street: Down in Big Sur, the succulents are plump and green: Some are even flowering: Flowers in the wooden box at the Big Sur River . . .
City Lights may well have the richest literary heritage of any independent bookstore in the United States. Inhale, and breathe in the history of Beat literature. City Lights is, arguably, where it all began. In San Francisco. It was founded in 1953 as a bookstore-publishing house by poet Lawrence . . .
From the looks of things around this website and blog, you'd think I was still in India. No, we're home. And we're back to our regularly scheduled programming here on the blog. A little snarky, a little inspirational, a little naughty. We missed nearly all of November, so we really got to enjoy . . .
Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it's a retired California Highway Patrol investigator who had a chance to shoot this incredible photo from atop the Golden Gate Bridge. It took four long years to build this iconic span that connects San Francisco with its northern counties and it was welcome . . .
I was trying to explain British artist Banksy's street art to my husband the other day. "Ok, so you're saying that he does graffiti? That his ruining of public property is worth a lot of money?" Well, yeah, I guess. He's known for stenciled graffiti work, but I guess I never really thought of . . .
Sometimes, the simplest decor tells the whole story. The brightly labeled contents of these tomato cans were used to make tomato sauce and the re-purposed to serve as a colorful pot for geraniums, waving their happy heads in the sunshine. This simple display vibrates with Italian intensity and joy. . . .
I was just two years old when Poet Lawrence Ferlinghetti founded City Lights bookstore in North Beach section of San Francisco. It was 1953 and no one could have predicted where the Beat movement would take literature. Ferlinghetti is now 94 years old--still alive and kicking in San Francisco. He . . .
San Francisco's about an hour north, and I go so often my car practically drives itself. Actually, coming home from the city last month we were briefly behind Google's experimental self-driving car--no kidding-- so maybe one day my car actually WILL drive itself! Lots of people here have . . .
There are some museum exhibitions most straight guys just don't want to see and in recognition of this, I made plans to see a couple of more girly offerings with a woman friend who lives in San Francisco and, who, like me, is also a member of the two San Francisco Fine Arts Museums.Armed with my . . .