Once upon a time, a long time ago,
In a crescent moon valley north of San Francisco, some very fortunate and creative people lived in a magical place, in a magical time......Oh and the music; it was everywhere, huge talents, their music drifting down the dirt road to float into your house; Sunday afternoon on the neighbors front porch, Saturday night at the inn;......and how we danced to that music, swinging and twirling bodies flinging through the steps.


I thought I knew then how lucky I was to be there, but with the time so long ago now, and life has taken me down such unsuspected paths, I now know how very rare were those times, how very rare the people who came together there, and how unspoiled the place was.


The people have scattered, the valley is being plundered, the magic is leaking away; but oh the times we had, the beauty we shared, the music we lived, never has there been such a place.


Along the ways of my life, most of my images were lost, years of work gone from me forever, with only these few left, memories of a beloved life.


I have this note in the front of my portfolio.
Sally