California Dreamin on Such a Winters Day - Stinson Beach at Boli
I drove in to the small but very politically correct and "hippie" town of Bolinas California. It is a quaint town with a somewhat artistic style distinctly left over from the 1960's and for good reason. As I approached the beach I noted a multitude of hand painted signs with various instructions including but not limited to picking up after your pet, not littering, no dumping, not disturbing wild life, no this, no that... There were so many signs it seemed somewhat cluttered with them and it reminded me of the song from the same 1960's period with lyrics "Sign, sign, everywhere a sign, blocking out the scenery, breaking my mind..." and I had to somewhat laugh at the irony of so many signs in this little hippie town. I guess the song has long been forgotten.
At any rate the town didn't have a good view of the sunset on that day so I drove back to Highway one and across the mud flats of Bolinas Lagoon. I could see a sand bar across the lagoon with a number of VERY high priced homes happily awaiting the next tsunami. Well, let's hope it's not anytime soon. It was a stark contrast from the town of Bolinas. I thought it might be cool to take some shots from the sand bar so I drove on over only to find it was a gated community. I was about to turn the car around when I remembered that a favorite photographer of mine had mentioned in an article to always ask even if it was private property. That he had luck with many people allowing access to their property as long as they knew who it was and what they were doing there. So I approached the guard and politely asked if I could drive out to the far end and take some pictures.
He was nice about it and allowed me to continue provided I didn't offer the images for commercial purposes. I agreed and headed out to the sand bar at the far end. From the sand bar I had a good view of the small town of Bolinas which I had just visited on the other side of the outlet from Bolinas Lagoon. The tide must have been out as water was rushing