{"id":501,"date":"2014-01-19T23:48:18","date_gmt":"2014-01-20T07:48:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.certainly-strange.com\/?p=501"},"modified":"2014-01-19T23:48:18","modified_gmt":"2014-01-20T07:48:18","slug":"marin-memories","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.certainly-strange.com\/?p=501","title":{"rendered":"Marin Memories"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Just as any place, Marin has many positive aspects as well as negative. While it may not be perfect, it certainly is picturesque. I had lived in Marin for a few years, and while it ultimately turned out to not be for me, I can still remember many of the amazing things that made it unique.<\/p>\n<figure style=\"width: 500px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/58189808@N03\/8054795436\/in\/set-72157631693349511\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/farm9.staticflickr.com\/8450\/8054795436_c2537efbff.jpg\" width=\"500\" height=\"467\" \/><\/a><figcaption class=\"wp-caption-text\">The Golden Gate Bridge, as seem from Marin<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>For one, the towns are all so small that people just refer to it as &#8220;Marin,&#8221; which is the county. If you want to get really fancy, you can separate &#8220;West Marin&#8221; from the rest; and maybe even &#8220;South Marin&#8221; if you want. But, nobody there refers to the individual towns they live in. It just doesn&#8217;t make sense: you can drive for 10 minutes and you just drove through 5 different towns.<\/p>\n<figure style=\"width: 500px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/58189808@N03\/8054795351\/in\/set-72157631693349511\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/farm9.staticflickr.com\/8181\/8054795351_5cb661f101.jpg\" width=\"500\" height=\"332\" \/><\/a><figcaption class=\"wp-caption-text\">Blackie&#8217;s Pasture<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>The main reason that Marin did not work out for me as a place to live is that it was an older culture. I was young, and needed to be in a place with more youth and more youth culture. It wasn&#8217;t really anything good or bad that drove me out, it just didn&#8217;t meet my needs for my age and where I was in my life. The lack of youth culture felt stifling and ultimately isolating.<\/p>\n<figure style=\"width: 500px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/58189808@N03\/8054795264\/in\/set-72157631693349511\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/farm9.staticflickr.com\/8314\/8054795264_316233dd73.jpg\" width=\"500\" height=\"489\" \/><\/a><figcaption class=\"wp-caption-text\">Multiple Exposure (9 Exposures) of the Ferry to Vallejo<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>I also disliked having to drive everywhere, but still &#8211; it sure was nice to be able to pop over to West Marin for some surfing on the weekends.<\/p>\n<figure style=\"width: 500px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/58189808@N03\/8054795095\/in\/set-72157631693349511\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/farm9.staticflickr.com\/8040\/8054795095_31c7a0db56.jpg\" width=\"500\" height=\"332\" \/><\/a><figcaption class=\"wp-caption-text\">Pylons in the water<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<figure style=\"width: 496px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/58189808@N03\/8054795524\/in\/set-72157631693349511\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/farm9.staticflickr.com\/8453\/8054795524_8e781b067e.jpg\" width=\"496\" height=\"500\" \/><\/a><figcaption class=\"wp-caption-text\">The boats come in and out of the bay; I saw boats from all over<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>I was reminded by the positive aspects of Marin when I went through some of my old photos and found these. Obviously, not a bad place.<\/p>\n<figure style=\"width: 500px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/58189808@N03\/8054794961\/in\/set-72157631693349511\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/farm9.staticflickr.com\/8169\/8054794961_a721f4c7ca.jpg\" width=\"500\" height=\"332\" \/><\/a><figcaption class=\"wp-caption-text\">Flowery stair<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<figure style=\"width: 500px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/58189808@N03\/8054795370\/in\/set-72157631693349511\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/farm9.staticflickr.com\/8173\/8054795370_96548a4896.jpg\" width=\"500\" height=\"377\" \/><\/a><figcaption class=\"wp-caption-text\">Dog butt<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>That being said, nothing can quite compare to how San Francisco has suited my personality.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Just as any place, Marin has many positive aspects as well as negative. While it may not be perfect, it certainly is picturesque. I had lived in Marin for a few years, and while it ultimately turned out to not be for me, I can still remember many of the amazing things that made it &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.certainly-strange.com\/?p=501\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Marin Memories&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_crdt_document":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-501","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.certainly-strange.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/501","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.certainly-strange.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.certainly-strange.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.certainly-strange.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.certainly-strange.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=501"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/www.certainly-strange.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/501\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":502,"href":"http:\/\/www.certainly-strange.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/501\/revisions\/502"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.certainly-strange.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=501"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.certainly-strange.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=501"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.certainly-strange.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=501"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}