November 5, 2007

The beach looks like the set for a Beckett play.

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Wasn't there anyone there on that beautiful Sunday?

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There were this many lovely people (and doggies)!

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It was very mellow in Bolinas yesterday:

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7 comments:

Richard Dolan said...

Beach-blanket Beckett? I don't see that in your first picture. It's just an empty, placid beach scene. It's the "placid" that doesn't work as Beckett. What in the photo suggests moral or spiritual emptiness?

ron st.amant said...

Fort Funston, which is south of the city, is the great doggie beach. I think it's the only leash-free beach around there. One of the friendliest places in SF too.
I must confess, as happy as I was to move from San Francisco, your pictures are making me a little nostalgic. :(

former law student said...

Bolinians notoriously tear down the Highway 1 sign pointing to their town, to keep out the tourists and day trippers. When you turn left to go south to Bolinas, around the little inlet, you pass an old RCA ship-to-shore radio station. There is another one near Point Reyes, and one still on the bay side of 101 in Palo Alto, south of their airport/golfcourse.

Meade said...

Ah! There's my sister's house - in that last shot, across the bay.

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Beth said...

A corner lot in New Orleans' destroyed Ninth Ward is currently the setting for "Waiting for Godot," with Wendell Pierce from HBO's excellent series, "The Wire." The comic absurdity is a perfect fit for New Orleanians, and they've had to turn hundreds away after filling the 500 seats on the football risers each night.

Here's one story, with good pictures:

Godot comes to a waiting city

The Washington Times and the Washington Post also have good coverage, with a couple of pictures from the performance night.

lee david said...

Ah yes Bolinas. We used to call it BO BO land because all the whacked out, dropped out weirdos chose it as their home. I was out there one day at what they called a nude beach on one of the little inlets horsing around with one of my friends. We swam across the inlet to the other side and looked around for awhile. The tide had changed in the interim and I nearly got swept out as I swam back to the other side. It took so much energy to swim back against that current that I nearly passed out. That was probably as terrified as I have ever been and as close to looking death in the eye.

I had a good friend that lived in one of the shacks at the top of the cliff in your pictures. I'll bet that the place isn't there any longer. Every winter when the rains came more of the cliff would slide. You didn't dare go to near the edge. The edge was only about 30' from his back door then in 78.