Small Bottles, Big Dreams
Inside a glass-roofed San Francisco hall, family vintners and independent makers placed years of risk on linen-covered tables and asked strangers to taste the future.
A personal journal
A place for the stories I want to remember: weekend walks, family tables, small projects, and the occasional trip farther away.


Inside a glass-roofed San Francisco hall, family vintners and independent makers placed years of risk on linen-covered tables and asked strangers to taste the future.
From the journal
A few things worth keeping close.

This weekend, downtown Berkeley made room for books, conversation, and the simple pleasure of wandering from table to table without needing to hurry.
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A short drive, a bluff above the water, and enough empty space in the day to remember how good it feels to move slowly.
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A backyard table, a few dishes passed around, and the easy rhythm of an afternoon with nowhere else to be.
Read storySmall observations from ordinary days.
June 10
The little pinwheel from Saturday is still turning by the kitchen window whenever the evening breeze comes through.
June 8
Two pairs of damp shoes by the door are a surprisingly good record of a day well spent.
June 4
It is good, once in a while, to let someone else choose the route and simply follow.
A handful of frames from recent gatherings and outings.