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Travel is Good for the Soul

Posted in family, nature, travel with tags , , , , on June 13, 2011 by darcyarts

It had been a while. I really needed to take part of a day, in this case, a few very early morning hours, and get myself to the sea.

Last week on my son, Brian’s big day — graduation from law school — I managed to get myself from the Santa Rosa foothills to Highway 12 and then head west. 

The last time Frank and I visited the coast was last August when we met up with friends from 70s San Francisco.

That was a beautiful trip. We had breakfast in Tomales. Yum.

This trip Frank had to stay home for elder care and school.

I missed him. We both love the ocean and I know he needs a periodic fix of sea air and negative ions, too.

I brought home lovely beach detritus and filmed the ocean waves at the turbulent point of Wright’s Beach.

It is my favorite because of the beautiful, smooth, multicolored pebbles created by all that crashing, powerful water. Each wave deposits another layer of treasure.

Passing through Sebastopol, home of Guayaki mate, I thought of our summer “geezer fest”. I  thought of Kevin and David’s homestead. Someday there will be goats.

It was a rainy weekend but the beach still looked heavenly.

The West Coast is a long, gorgeous, visual feast.

During our 2010 trip Frank and I had made our way to Bodega Bay. It’s pretty upscale. 

The state park feel is more my speed.

I wanted to find Wright’s Beach and after tripping along Highway 1 only to turn around before the scary construction zone  through a rebuild of a a corroding cliff, I found the spot.

Wright’s beach is only about 10 or 12 miles from the turn off onto Highway 1. Now I have it memorized. 

Wolf Man Doll and Salt Air

Posted in constructions, cute, dolls, family, food, handmade with tags , , , on October 4, 2010 by darcyarts

He’s snazzy! He’s cool and he was created for a very special boy.

I made him tan corduroy pants. He does not have a tail. I guess he’s evolved from a real wolf to a man wolf. He has to be able to sit down in a chair.

Hipster man wolves dig San Francisco and this is where wolf dude is headed. First stop, Tartine. Then he’s off to look for a pair of huaraches.

I think he’s staying with friends, deep in the Mission.

Sometimes I dream of mailing myself to friends in Bernal Heights. I also dream of breezes blowing off the Bay. But here I sit working away. I’ll be in the salty air someday.

Hardly Strictly Bluegrass reigned this weekend in the park in that fair city to the south.

Here is a picture of me near Dillon Beach. That was a wonderful cool-summer trip to the beachy shores.

I communed, momentarily, with towering eucalyptus, a curative for all that may ever trouble my mind.

Here’s another — breakfast in Tomales with my sweet, sweet husband Frank. ♥

Good Times

Posted in nature, socialization, travel with tags , , , , on August 18, 2010 by darcyarts

This weekend was magnificent and mellow and heartwarming as Frank and I mingled with dear souls from decades past in San Francisco. We gathered at the farm homestead of Kevin and David. These generous hosts shared their abundance with us and we were grateful and glad.

Go here to see the photos.

The trip was dreamy and Frank and I got to the beach, too.

I communed with my beloved eucalyptus trees. Found a stand of blue gum along  the road to Dillon Beach. Heavenly.

Found a lovely old catholic cemetery with beautiful statues.

It was a cool misty morning. I was delighted to be wearing long pants, a couple of shirts and my Led Zeppelin sweatshirt. So cool.

Is that Saint Christopher with the baby?

There were lovely fauna and flora everywhere.

So many beautiful things to see and smell and remember.

Dillon Beach seemed much more of a town this time and the waterfront was locked up. There was no access.

Frank and I had a great breakfast in the little cafe in Tomales and then drove on to Bodega Bay.

We just had to get to the ocean. It had been a long time.

Great to hear the waves crashing on the shore, to get sand in my shoes and pick up little pieces of driftwood.

They have been placed in our bathroom. We’ll see them everyday and think of the beach.

Frank was so happy to be there.

It was a great morning.