vintage beauty.
I’m just giddy about this photo. It’s the first of many I’m sure I’ll be up all night editing. This is Lynda. She used to read …
04 Mar
me and my town.
me and my town.
If, as they say, God spanked the town for being over frisky, Why did He burn the churches down and save Hotaling’s whiskey? This marble frieze is …
03 Mar
in places new and old.
in places new and old.
I am normally a hater of these kind of feet photos (“look how cuuuuute my shoes are!”) but in this case I’m making an exception. …
01 Mar
what it takes to be real.
what it takes to be real.
I walked past the window of an antiques and collectibles shop in North Beach often enough to see this young child in the window. I …
26 Feb
back in the olden days.
back in the olden days.
My dad just emailed me this photo today. We had this family portrait taken at an amusement park and the original image is printed on …
23 Feb
540 Sutr
540 Sutr
You put your camera around your neck along with putting on your shoes, and there it is, an appendage of the body that shares your …
22 Feb
some kind of wonderland.
some kind of wonderland.
Thus grew the tale of Wonderland: Thus slowly, one by one, Its quaint events were hammered out — And now our tale is done And home we steer, a …
21 Feb
what we are given.
what we are given.
There is one thing the photograph must contain, the humanity of the moment. ~ Robert Frank It occurs to me as I look at this …
18 Feb
someone else’s words.
someone else’s words.
Silvi at the Atlas Cafe, in the Mission. Writing poetry on her beloved red Royal typewriter. I will have more time to write tomorrow (this week …
16 Feb
sometimes, all you have to do is ask.
sometimes, all you have to do is ask.
For the longest time, I never took photos with people in them. In fact, I did my best not to. The feeling of intruding on …