I wound up shooting almost the entire roll on a short block of Fair Oaks, just around the corner from my house. I'd never been on it before, and it had a lot of great small details.
Here are a few of my favorites. The rest are stashed over here.
January 27, 2009
Snapshots
When Amy was in town, we spent most of Sunday afternoon taking a photo walk through the Mission and the Castro. I usually prefer black-and-white horizontal framing in the city, but lately I've been feeling more colorful and vertical.
I wound up shooting almost the entire roll on a short block of Fair Oaks, just around the corner from my house. I'd never been on it before, and it had a lot of great small details.
Here are a few of my favorites. The rest are stashed over here.
I wound up shooting almost the entire roll on a short block of Fair Oaks, just around the corner from my house. I'd never been on it before, and it had a lot of great small details.
Here are a few of my favorites. The rest are stashed over here.
January 20, 2009
Running for office
I got up an hour early to run this morning, so I could make it home in time to shower and head downtown for inauguration viewing with coworkers. Usually it's dark when I reach the gym and light when I leave, but today it was dark for both. Obama: Worth a run before sunrise.
No matter how far I run, I like to sprint the last short stretch. It takes the kind of energy I can only summon when I know I'll get to slow down afterward. In honor of our 44th president, that final push will now be called the Obama Minute.
I'd offer him even more of my time, but let's be honest—I can't sprint for eight years straight.
Congratulations, Mr. President.
No matter how far I run, I like to sprint the last short stretch. It takes the kind of energy I can only summon when I know I'll get to slow down afterward. In honor of our 44th president, that final push will now be called the Obama Minute.
I'd offer him even more of my time, but let's be honest—I can't sprint for eight years straight.
Congratulations, Mr. President.
January 12, 2009
Warmed over
Sorry for the brief hiatus. We just finished shipping the February issue, thanks to several late nights and most of Saturday; and Amy was in town from BA, so we had some very important wandering and shopping and eating and dancing to do.
Tonight I have a little downtime at home and I finally got my surly scanner working again, so you can see what snowy Mt. Baker and my nephew the Stormtrooper look like. It's probably strange to post these photos after SF temperatures hit the 70s today, but that's just how I roll.
I owe a bunch of you good people email and phone calls. I promise to get on that as soon as I finish drinking tea and sleeping for about a hundred hours. Give or take.
In the meantime, please enjoy today's special bonus: My unexpected guest appearance over at the Sensible Rebel, penned and photographed by a longtime travel friend.
Tonight I have a little downtime at home and I finally got my surly scanner working again, so you can see what snowy Mt. Baker and my nephew the Stormtrooper look like. It's probably strange to post these photos after SF temperatures hit the 70s today, but that's just how I roll.
I owe a bunch of you good people email and phone calls. I promise to get on that as soon as I finish drinking tea and sleeping for about a hundred hours. Give or take.
In the meantime, please enjoy today's special bonus: My unexpected guest appearance over at the Sensible Rebel, penned and photographed by a longtime travel friend.
January 04, 2009
1,700 miles into aught nine
Gibson is covered in grime and proud of it. I wore everything in my suitcase, including the extra hats. This was a four-hat trip. The weather cooperated beyond expectation, so we didn't even need to dip into the emergency food box my brother made me pack (along with a sleeping bag, extra oil, extra windshield fluid, chains, wool socks, and flares). OK, I didn't have flares.
The only letdown was forgetting extra camera batteries, but I managed to squeak a few shots out of the old Pentax toward the end. Coming soon.
Eugene is a sweet town, complete with friendly displaced hipsters, a great dive bar, and a bakery with blueberry–cream cheese vessels for sale. There's no cell reception in Fox Hollow, but the woodstove rules. I slept in the standalone hut and wore giant galoshes to get around. CE's people are generous with their space and their mad culinary skills.
We made road mixes to help ease out of last year. I sang with Dolly Parton and Bonnie Raitt in the car along 5, for hours. Those ladies can bring it.
Mount Baker is covered with tightly packed Douglas firs, heavy with crystallized snow. Their roots must be impossibly tangled. The drive to the lifts was like passing through Narnia.
We took a hike on the second day, after a lazy morning. I tried to make a snow angel but Avi said it looked more like a butt angel. Josh is still fierce when he channels Wham. I'm glad we've grown seamlessly into our adult selves.
The only letdown was forgetting extra camera batteries, but I managed to squeak a few shots out of the old Pentax toward the end. Coming soon.
Eugene is a sweet town, complete with friendly displaced hipsters, a great dive bar, and a bakery with blueberry–cream cheese vessels for sale. There's no cell reception in Fox Hollow, but the woodstove rules. I slept in the standalone hut and wore giant galoshes to get around. CE's people are generous with their space and their mad culinary skills.
We made road mixes to help ease out of last year. I sang with Dolly Parton and Bonnie Raitt in the car along 5, for hours. Those ladies can bring it.
Mount Baker is covered with tightly packed Douglas firs, heavy with crystallized snow. Their roots must be impossibly tangled. The drive to the lifts was like passing through Narnia.
We took a hike on the second day, after a lazy morning. I tried to make a snow angel but Avi said it looked more like a butt angel. Josh is still fierce when he channels Wham. I'm glad we've grown seamlessly into our adult selves.
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