« God Signs and Street Protesters For Covetous Sorcerers and Devil Communists | Main | Doodle Docudrama: The Great Uncle Wong's Food Court Incident »
After finishing work each day, I turn off the computer, grab my camera, and head outdoors for long walks through the streets and parks of San Francisco. I've witnessed scenes of both awe-inspiring beauty as well as scenes of crushing ugliness. These photos are some of the more agreeable sights I've seen. Ugly coming soon.
You can follow this conversation by subscribing to the comment feed for this post.
This is only a preview. Your comment has not yet been posted.
As a final step before posting your comment, enter the letters and numbers you see in the image below. This prevents automated programs from posting comments.
Having trouble reading this image? View an alternate.
Always love your photo essays, 14. Thank you!
Posted by: Knox | September 01, 2009 at 03:45 PM
I love how your talent translates from medium to medium, I think: "Oh! That piece was so well written" then I think: "Oh! The colors, the style, the detail of that painting are a fusion of genius!" then I think: "Oh! These photos are so lucious I could jump right in to them!"
You are amazing, 14, thanks for sharing!
Posted by: Vern | September 01, 2009 at 06:38 PM
watching your photos I always remember how much beautiful San Francisco can be.;)
Posted by: Fernando | September 06, 2009 at 02:06 PM
I can only say what has already been said at GOA.....and you know I mean it!!
xoxoxoxo
L
L
Posted by: Chaos by Design | September 09, 2009 at 03:50 AM
Gorgeous photos!
Posted by: midevil | September 12, 2009 at 03:50 AM
Agreeable is beautiful.
xoxo
Posted by: Renee Khan | September 15, 2009 at 01:50 PM
We'd saved every word, all of them lush and verdant beauties delivered via cool and detached electronic messenger. They remained a direct telepathic conduit to all that was gorgeous and hideous and earthily fragrant and unknown beneath and around.
And once again I submerged my fingers into the soft soil to refract all of the verbage that had alternately excited all twenty-eight of my senses and soothed something resembling the savage.
No sacrifice necessary to show gratitude, just reciprocal radiant solar flares and fan-dancing mermaids and the mouth of mystery whispering in foreign tongues.
Posted by: CornerstoneRuby | September 15, 2009 at 11:32 PM
Been to your fair city only once; saw it, a second time, but only from Oakland. We're looking forward to flying in, hopefully, early in 2010, again. It seems like an exciting place to live. I always enjoy dropping by your blog and checking out your photos & art. I can relate to some of it, having visited. Have a nice day!
Posted by: The Mohawk Chieftain | October 18, 2009 at 07:17 PM