Monthly Archives: February 2010

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 …

 

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 …

 

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 …

 

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 …

 

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 …

 

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 …

 

under observation.

under observation.

I’m quite taken with this image this morning. I don’t know what I want to say about it yet, and part of me felt like …

 

jake ryan loves us.

jake ryan loves us.

Even though I profess not to be a romantic person, apparently I’m a liar. Yesterday, The Boy and I went to the Castro Theatre to see …

 

les amis intimes.

les amis intimes.

The convergence of elements on this rainy morning. Perhaps today’s cool wetness reminded me of my time in Venice a few years ago. Venice has …

 

all the news that’s fit to print.

all the news that’s fit to print.

This post is going to be a mish-mash of general stuff because I still am in Procrastination Station and am having a hard time working …