3.24.2014

fresh rye bread

spring orchid blossoms

standing napper

tortured boots

bart riders

SF city hall

Fell & Stanyan posting

101 freeway maze

lactose free ice cream jum!

the bay bridge

my napping parents in Bernal

3.18.14

pile of rubble in Bayview

Digital camera

Bart driver

ramen at Ramen Dojo

kim chi on Geary Blvd.

Aquatic Park

Beefy swimmer

look at the tree!

waiting piano

Clement & 12th Ave

3.12.14

Steinway piano at the SFCM

on the Fremont Bart

3.11.14

my oldest orchid about to blossom

budding crazily, this one is

big leaf #5 prepares to unfurl itself

3.10.2014

     A very little chihuahua puppy that visited yesterday.  They are dogs that seek warm pockets and nooks to burrow into and fall asleep.  This little one cozied herself into my elbow's crook.  She was so little and sweet, with her tiny nose, big eyes, and soft little paws.  It's easy to want to take in little puppies.  They are helpless and adorable, like a newborn baby.  Feelings of affection and attachment come on powerfully, and you start talking about your desire to keep the little thing.  In your mind, you make the connections and you see how simple the transition would be.  The dog is so tiny, for example, that you'd be able to take it with you everywhere, eliminating the need for a daily dog walker.  You could go on vacations with the pup, since she fits so easily into a carry on.  She wouldn't be a strain on your budget, since her stomach are so small.  That sort of thing.  But then cold reality sets in.  You wake up from the dream, and rational thought invades your mind in sobering waves, creating a strong undertoe that trips your Samaritan resolve, short circuits your canine caring instinct, and slaps you in the face.  Visions of carrying around a furry animal in your pocket begin to fade.  I look at the pictures I took of the little light brown fur ball with white face markings.  At least I have the pictures. 

3.9.14

Market St., Frisco

Greg, who knows

ruck satchel

Coit Tower there

there is Frisco

the Church in N. Beach

Zeotrope building

      San Francisco was beautiful yesterday evening.  The air was warm and windless, the atmosphere light, cheerful, and festive.  People were out enjoying themselves in a natural way.  I did not feel tension in the air, nor did I feel the threat of misfortune.  I felt I was living in the presence of perfection - a vivid fullness, a gently heightened color tone.  Yes, a treat for all of my senses.  Though I was alone, a solitary rider weaving quietly through the streets of North Beach, Russian hill, and the financial district, I could not ignore the pulsing romance of the night.  It was in the air I breathed, filling restaurants, strolling the sidewalks.  It lived in the cars and buses that drove by, and in the color and shine of objects as light reflected off their surfaces.  All these together.  I felt pain in my heart that I could not be a part of it, and that I wasted many opportunities in life that will ripple with sadness into my future.  But I also felt grateful that I was still alive, still just willing to live a little bit,  and possessed just enough sensitivity to be able to see and recognize the beauty and truth of eternal moments in time when they come.

3.6.14

best friends

freshly baked rye bread

man on Bart

mother naps on Bart

ducks curing on Howard St.

roasted asparagus

2.28.14

My first Pliny the Younger

ruck sack

New India Bazaar on Polk St.

Golden Produce on Church St.

Rosamunde on Mission St.

Russian Hill

Alcatraz Island

Parking Lot structure on Grant St.

palms in Berkeley

Ramen Stop in Rockridge, Oakland

mid Market mural

Cheese Board pizza, Berkeley