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Hi June, I ran into this while websearching. Not sure if it’s true, a trial balloon, or Hollywood wishful thinking. Variety.com – Van Sant in the ‘Kool-Aid’ mix: “Nearly 40 years after its original publication, Tom Wolfe‘s hallucinogenic tome “The … Continue reading →

(Photo courtesy John Vonderlin) email John: [email protected]

In the end, Loren Coburn, with the help of his attorney-partner, Jeremiah Clark, acquired both the Butano and Ano Nuevo ranchos. How the land was paid for became the source of many stories, none of them nice.

Hi June, Here is one of my favorite Beach art works. Its remains are still visible at the stairway leading down from the Pescadero Beach parking lot, across the road from where Pescadero Road ends at Highway 1. I’ve attached … Continue reading →

(At right: Image of “The Curious Guide…” by Molly Ramolla***, 1982.) Long ago, a friend gave me a Xeroxed article about Pescadero artist Molly Ramolla and her technique for making “almost” papyrus. I think it came from Sunset magazine but … Continue reading →

Hi June, This is my favorite epitaph in the Mt. Hope Cemetery in Pescadero. I’d love to know something about this man. Was he a mystic? A humanist? Or like me a believer in the Oneness of AlI, where the … Continue reading →

Those beaches on the South Coast are remarkable works of natural art, aren’t they? I was thinking about surfing–and I remembered that I used to have a wetsuit and a board (not a long board or a short one, kind … Continue reading →

John Vonderlin shows us the arch between “Acid Beach” and “Warm Water Lagoon.” Email John: [email protected]

The disputed ranchos near Pescadero carried fuzzy descriptions: The Rancho Butano: “….the land bounded on the south of Rancho Punta del Ano Nuevo, east by the mountain, and on the west by the Pacific…” The Rancho Punta del Ano Nuevo: … Continue reading →

[Email John: [email protected]] Hi June In an earlier email I mentioned to you that I collected Naturools. Here’s the story behind my inspiration to begin collecting them. Skree! The piercing, heart-stopping, blood-curdling cry of the hovering predator– promising impalement on … Continue reading →