The dawn of a new year has never been a time where I felt inclined towards nostalgia or reflection – outside of my record collection, anyway (see earlier post below) – but I feel like the last year blew by in a fog. I’ve been going over pictures from the year to remind myself where the hell I was. I don’t avidly document everything in pictures as some people do, and out of some misguided asceticism I resisted any long-distance travel other than a fun but short excursion to Portland. So this smattering of my life feels incomplete.
I normally detest the idea of a new year’s resolution but this year I aim to do more. Travel, take classes, cook, bike, hike, actually follow through on those art projects. The pictures from 2008 may not prove any more interesting but I hope the year ahead is full of more of the following.
Walking all over this town, with my lady
Picking tomatoes at Mariquita farm, canning them and making a simple pasta with some of the fresh tomatoes
Going home and swimming in the river, a summer rite. I’m loath to use any words here like peace, meditation, etc but if pushed to define it, this would be my ‘happy place’
The Saturday farmer’s market as sustenance, inspiration, and friendly meet-and-greet. Top, a summer’s bounty; Bottom, handmade foods we started making this year
clockwise from left: tortillas and masa cakes (here with chorizo and potatoes); whole chicken carving (head edited for your viewing pleasure); hand-cranked pasta; pizzas with any imaginable topping, including an egg; roasted beet salad with olive oil-marinated goat cheese
Farm tours (here at Marin Sun Farms)
Journeying in the oft-frustrating, occasionally euphoric art of espresso. I started to roast my own coffee this year too. 
