love your city
I saw this mural on my Saturday photowalk in the Tenderloin on Larkin near Geary. Such great colors, and stoned bunnies. It was painted by Precita Eyes. Love your city, indeed.
I saw this mural on my Saturday photowalk in the Tenderloin on Larkin near Geary. Such great colors, and stoned bunnies. It was painted by Precita Eyes. Love your city, indeed.
A strange and warm day in SOMA a few weeks back. Aimlessly wandering around the not-so-nice part of town after eating a mediocre chicken sandwich, getting sun burnt. Homage to one of my modernist heroes, Harry Callahan. Both the photographer and “Dirty Harry.” Are you feeling lucky, punk?
It’s that time of year in dear SF that test even the greatest fog enthusiast. The icy cold onshore wind collides with the hot dry air inland to make this impenetrable layer of moist warm/cold mist. Looks purty, tho.
A few weekends ago, my friend and I went on a photo stroll through Chinatown. It was pretty busy and warm for an SF day. We wandered down some alleys, dodged tourists, and took in the sights (and smells) of our fair city.
coffee at the grave, originally uploaded by meilev.
Otherwise known as The Grove, the home to very overpriced mediocre coffee and food on Fillmore Street.
People complain about the iPhone camera, but for something I always have when I leave the house, it talked all right snapshots.
Living in this blighted apartment, a worn relic of the 60s, leaves something to be desired. But I suppose making pictures out of pretty things get tiresome, too.
After seeing the Harry Callahan photographs at the Fraenkel Gallery’s 30th anniversary show, I’ve been looking for geometry in everything. I like the idea of using the camera as a tool for art, like a paintbrush or a pen.
This is on my first visit to the underside of the GG bridge. It’s a spooky place, Fort Point. I’m expecting to see Kate Novak & Jimmy Stewart acting out their doomed story from Vertigo.
I look forward to this turning crimson in the fall.