the forest of the heart of the city.
What we are doing to the forests of the world is but a mirror reflection of what we are doing to ourselves and to one …
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17 Aug
full.
full.
Sometimes do you ever feel like events and people are hovering out there, waiting for you? Waiting to help you onto the next thing, the …
06 Aug
too many moving parts.
too many moving parts.
Today was the oddest kind of day. My day started with tears (it happens: a fact of life) and ended in some sort of odd power …
31 Jul
what makes a city?
what makes a city?
This city, however, does not tell its past, but contains it like the lines of a hand, written in the coursers of the streets, …
29 Jul
rest here.
rest here.
“A Blessing for One Who Is Exhausted” by John O’Donohue When the rhythm of the heart becomes hectic, Time takes on the strain until it breaks; Then all the …
20 Jul
hide and seek.
hide and seek.
I don’t remember the context in which I took this photo of my grandmother. Why she has her hands over her eyes like that. I …
12 Jul
la vie boheme.
la vie boheme.
To days of inspiration, Playing hookey, making something Out of nothing, the need To express- To communicate, To going against the grain, Going insane, Going mad To loving tension, no pension To more than …
10 Jul
beach baby.
beach baby.
Expecting their first in September. We took photos on a foggy, windswept Ocean Beach and amongst the craggy ruins of the Sutro Baths. The mood …
07 Jul
we live here.
we live here.
Yesterday this photo of Nirmala from her i live here:SF story got picked up by SFist for their Day Around the Bay recap and I’ve …
28 Jun
entering the frame.
entering the frame.
People are so polite when you’re taking photos on the street, and they notice you and try not to interrupt your shot. But I set …
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