📷 There's a beach in Marin, at Rancho Sausalito where I worked with dozens of models in the 90s.
The tide had to be out to reach that small, horseshoe-shaped beach, and even then, we got wet. But the spot was unlike any other—hundred-foot red stone cliffs, giant boulders and sand that glinted like diamonds in pictures.
My secret.
A nude, bald man approached one Sunday before sunset, and I offered to photograph him and swap prints for our privacy. He'd have to leave after.
