Northern California has always meant the world to me, but moving my base of work close to these places has cemented my love for this special patch of the world. Today I left my hut on the coast and rode my bike up and over the 2,000 foot barrier between the surreal – where fairies dance – and the very real – where most of us live and labor to produce the information economy (also known, in this case, as Mill Valley – fast becoming the Brooklyn of San Francisco).
Here’s a picture of the view from the divide between the two. Looking, as always, to the west.
PS – I posted this picture earlier on Instagram, but that just wasn’t good enough.