It used to be that I had no friends here.

I was thinking about this as I awoke early to drive to Marshall to edit photos in this boat shack.

I easily entertained myself by getting lost on the country roads of Marin and taking photos. My camera was my companion. Creativity, for me, can often stem from loneliness. When others are around, I am completely content to just be with people but when I am alone, I get ansi and wander near and far with my camera.

Yesterday, I went to town twice and ran into 4 different friends. It's so sweet. It's sort of like sleep away summer camp where everyone is on this one plot of land. I love this little life. The world can be so much simpler in this small community.

Yet, lately, I have been restless. At one point, I thought I'd stay here forever but now, I find myself thinking I could change it up. There are some limits to living in a small town–having to work multiple jobs to make ends meet, no one to date thus having to always drive to the city, no cultural diversity, hella gossip, no anonymity... But then, I walk down the street and run into a dear friend or I think about how West Marin is my dream–sustainable agriculture, food and wine, amazing light, photogenic back drops, great friends, sunshine, organics...

And days like today, when you have West Marin to yourself and it's sunny and warm and perfect.