My mama always told me that she’d give me the belt if I ever wrote on the walls of our home. I bet the mothers of these artists didn’t stop them!
“Everything up there seems colorful as heck.” -Jonathan Santos Galendez
Tis true. San Francisco is indeed a colorful city. The art, the walls, and especially the people.
The cable car is a staple in San Francisco culture. It’s incredible the way they move up the daunting hills of this city. And for some damn reason, they are even more magical amidst the backdrop of a beautiful sunset.
Standing at an intersection, both physically in this picture and metaphorically in life. Each path leads to completely different fates… Which way to go?
Walking my dog, I ran into an acquaintance who had recently moved here from Greece. We found this little gem of a park in Nob Hill. As we observed the circle of dogs mount each other, he explained to me the unique features that differentiate Greek sculptures from others. This fountain apparently was NOT Greek.
My terrible navigational skills lead me to this incredible view of the city, atop Nob Hill. Finding this accidental discovery totally reminded me of something I read on a friend’s Facebook:
“Sometimes you just stumble on unexpected sceneries and you wonder what you would have missed out on if you didn’t make these extra steps.”
It’s pretty cool how lighting can have such a dramatic effect on things.
…at how beautiful this world is.
Experimenting with natural lighting: SF Zoo.
Soph, enjoying her last few days of freedom before she becomes a full-time physical therapist.