Archive of: Features
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The fab four |
Summer 2009 |
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A walkable wedding |
Summer 2009 |
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Portrait of a Wine Country wedding |
Summer 2009 |
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Mystery and miracles on Sonoma MountainConsider this. To get from Glen Ellen or Kenwood to Petaluma and Highway 101 requires a lengthy and time-consuming detour around the land mass called Sonoma Mountain. From the Petaluma side there is a road to the top of the mountain, but not from the Sonoma Valley. You can drive up one side, but not down the other. Strange. Some people would say the absence of an easily established vehicular route over the mountain is even mysterious. |
Spring 2009 |
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The art of Rene di Rosa |
Spring 2009 |
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King of the castleIt's maybe not the venue you'd expect for lunch with a multimillionare tycoon who owns half a nearby city block, two wineries, a construction company, several homes, a Mendocino ranch, a luxury hotel, a philanthropic foundation and his very own castle. |
Spring 2009 |
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On horseback through Beauty RanchTony is a 30-year-old Thoroughbred with a lengthy résumé and a fondness for pears. I'm a former cowboy (I rode with the Lone Ranger, Lash Larue, and Zorro when I was seven), and I've owned a few horses, although my saddle time has dwindled as my years advance. |
Winter 2008 |
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Hold your horsesExcept today the obstinate foe is not our three-foot tall daughter, but a 1,200-pound painted horse named Velcro, whom we are supposed to lure through a set of poles as part of an equine therapy session on parenting, offered by a program called Equine Mirrors. |
Winter 2008 |
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In search of Jack LondonMuch has changed since the Sailor on Horseback rode this terrain, but on a blazing fall day Jack London State Park is bathed in gauzy October light, vineyards and eucalyptus as Klimt might have seen them-ornate, embellished, all movement reduced to bronze shimmer and the occasional spindrift of leaves. |
Winter 2008 |
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Pam Berg, rescue womanAnd I wonder how petite Pam Berg, sitting next to me, manages the heat, the pond, the land, the horses, all of it, alone. |
Winter 2008 |

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