She reclines at an angle in the mud flats off Lone Tree Point near the Rodeo Marina, from where the squawks of a pair of peacocks breach the quiet of dawn. The Polaris was a once a proud working boat when she plied the waters of San Francisco Bay. Her story is documented in a …
The Bay Area awoke to a New Year that was bright, beautiful, crisp and clean. We took a walk at Crissy Field where the Golden Gate Bridge is in full view. During our walk we came upon a beached boat with no apparent owner besides nature to do it’s inevitable work. I took a few …
I get myself out of bed early, tell my dog Lexi “time to get up” and we head out to find boats at sunrise.
The Life in My Years 