Tuesday, March 27, 2012

A natural energy is beginning to pool in the deep places outdoors, and I can feel that it will burst at any moment. Spring is on my doorstep ... and my camera is in the shop.

Until it returns, I'll be outdoors looking but not snapping. Perhaps there is some wisdom in that for me. :)

Missing you...

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

break that which is acceptable down ... or reconcile yourself to their road blocks

Really only you can choose.

What will you do?

Saturday, March 10, 2012

No matter where he is, he never forgets to write!

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Morning walk to Jane.

Ambiance par excellence but double espresso with a bitter kick that'll wake you up in a microsecond.


Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Early mornings, after a lemon poppy seed muffin and enough American coffee to equal four European espressos (might as well have drunk it right out of the pot ;), I walked out the door to this:

regal edifice bathed in western light.

And the former Californian was appeased.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

But as I walked through these streets, I couldn't help but stop every few yards to take snapshots of the buildings, so alive with un-faked creativity. This city breathes decadence with an epicurean flair. In culture, sport, intellectualism and diversity it lives freely.

The only other city I've ever been in that I felt had a heart that beat on its own and lungs that breathe of their own free will was Seville, Spain.

Surely there are others, but San Francisco pulsates; its unabashed passion for all things beautiful is unparalleled.

Monday, March 5, 2012

The window you look through makes all the difference.

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Seven days in a dream city and I didn't ride once. All the more reason to go back, I'm thinking...

Friday, March 2, 2012

San Francisco Bay Bridge

You come and you go again, others come and go again, and I will come but then go again.

Thursday, March 1, 2012

I took a trip west ... far, far west to the land of copious architecture and violent sunsets. For the first time in nearly twenty years my eyes scanned the blue, western horizon I once called home, and the sounds and smells I experienced overcame me in waves of familiarity. I had thought this place was no longer a part of me - only to realize that it always will be.