Spring Surf

The westerly winds of winter had died down and with them the big waves they generate along California. Now in late May on the more exposed coast a northwest wind was whipping up sloppy surf, but here in the protection of Carmel Beach the tide and swell were cooperating to make waves good enough to surf.

 

The two wriggled into their full wet suits to protect themselves against the fifty-three degree water. She thought of putting on her booties but decided not to. She liked the feel of her feet in the water as she paddled and thought her grip on the board was better too.  They said nothing. They never did as they performed this ritual and she was especially grateful for that today. Lean and strong, and two heads taller than she, he patted her on the head to reassure her and then easily reached up and took their five-foot short boards down from the rack on top of their black mid-nineties hatchback.

 

Chihuly: The Glass Master

Dale Chihuly is a master of glass. Both a consumate craftsman and creative artist he uses his organic imagination and technical prowess with breath, fire, and sand to best effect. By exploiting the fluid properties of glass and taking its most fundamental vessel forms off center, his work evokes wonder, joy, and aliveness.

Roman Women and Their Street Fashion

Diana has just returned from Rome with a newly found admiration for Caravaggio, Roman women, and their street fashion.

Gym Time

Like almost 43 million other Americans (12% of the population)  I belong to a gym. And, I go.  I subscribe to the Hippocratic prescription that says, “If we could give every individual the right amount of nourishment and exercise, not too little and not too much, we would have found the safest way to health.” Going to the gym ensures that I complete the exercise part of this equation.

 

A Perfect 34 Hour San Francisco Weekend

Saturday was one of those glorious spring days demanding that you pay attention.  The sky was so blue, the wind slightly brisk, and the sun decidedly persistent as it cut through the morning fog. Heading up to the City in the morning to take full advantage of the day, we took Interstate 280. It’s a short 45 minute ride up the peninsula from Palo Alto to San Francisco as long as it is not during rush hour.