dear old friend, might i say it’s been a while, since last we sat and spoke until time went wild. there were times, i think, when things weren’t as brief. but now maybe life gets in the way. but like the waves in the ocean it comes and goes, brief or at length it doesn’t matter. the water always comes. so let us sit and stare at the sea. we can sit in silence and still the energy will be. between us and i want you to know. beware the shark - it’s a dangerous catch
I urge you to become a farmer – a caretaker of life. Plant a good seed in your mind and let it grow. Give it water and nourishment so that it may flourish. Even if you can’t see it and even if it hasn’t sprouted, know that it is there and that one day, it will grow tall and mighty.
Remember that seed in your mind as you live your life. Learn how to have hope. If you must, give the seed a name to remember it by. Whatever you do, don’t forget to feed it. Give it knowledge in vast amounts. Feed it facts and history. I hear that sometimes, seeds take to creativity and art. It’ll grow with you – this seed in your mind – and it’ll take on whatever qualities you want it to. Just like grapes taste different according to region, your seed will grow according to how you live your life and how you care for it.
You could forget about it, if you really wanted to – then your seed will rot. It will be forgotten, and it will be a dark, dark seed, destined to never sprout. So, I beg of you to feed that seed. Give it love, life, morals, beliefs, and things to do. Let it know the world and tell it of all your stories.
And when you grow weary, just slow down. Start to wean it off your care. It will sprout. It will give life and use everything you ever taught it to grow magnificent. As magnificent as the person who nourished it. And as your body starts to become frail with age or when your mind is troubled, the seed you cared for so long ago will take care of you. Breathe deeply and bathe yourself in its embrace. It will impart knowledge that you imparted on it. All the memories, it will feed back to you. And it will be a magnificent reflection of you and your life – the fruit it bears will be your nourishment and strength.
Don’t forget to, as you feed the seed in your mind, light a fire in your heart and don’t ever, EVER let it go out. The fire is your passion, your guiding light, your spunk, your fighting spirit and may it burn bright as the day you lit it.
I’m proud to call San Francisco my home. After 25 years of walking around the streets, mingling with the people, and eating the food, I’d like to think that I’m pretty well-versed in San Franciscan culture, although I’m not entirely sure if San Francisco culture is something you inherit or just pick up. Maybe it oozes off on you after you’ve been here a few years.
…but some days I wake up and I don’t recognize my own city
This isn’t to say that I know what’s going on in my own city though, especially in these current times. Just because I remember and know it in my way as a San Francisco native who has seen his fair share of change doesn’t mean I can describe the huge shift in things right now as they unfold. I’m not even sure what to call it, but some days I wake up and I don’t recognize my own city. Call it what you want – gentrification, entitlement, tech empires rising, the millennial invasion – San Francisco just doesn’t feel the same and it’s pretty confused as to what it wants to become.
I love you and I miss you. It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything here and right now, this feels right. I refuse to bore you all with the details and developments of my life. If you must know, just reach out to me. Otherwise, I’ll just pick up and continue as if nothing ever happened. Previously, I’ve posted a lot of my photography on this site because it’s something that I’m extremely passionate about. However, I’m cutting back on that a little bit because of my hectic schedule. I can’t even find time to post anymore!
I’ve also recently started http://1ft.in which I humbly urge you to check out. It’s dedicated to my newfound love for analog photography. Let me give you a little brief: my uncle on my father’s side of the family is a professional photographer who specializes in taking pictures of tourists and printing them off at a little kiosk in Hong Kong. My father is an interesting man and loved photography as well. In addition to being a harsh critic of my work, he was the one who gave me the tools necessary to fall in love with taking photos. He gave me his old Minolta and from then on, I was always dreaming about using film, whether it be the 35mm format or something larger.
Eyes to see events and patterns. The colors as they come alive. Every flicker of light - twitch of a dog’s whisker; burned in. They’re sensitive - the windows unto which he feel life around. Ears to hear the sounds around be it danger or his given name. And lips made to pucker; lips made to kiss; lips made for a straw. A tongue to taste the intricacies of cooking. A tongue to feel - the burn of a hot beverage or the icy, sharp pain of cold. Sometimes a wicked, lashing tongue to stand up in talk. Hands not soft, but not rough - to do work and create. to grasp a camera; lift a chair; sweep her off her feet. fingers to hold the pen and fingers to type prose. Fingers to firmly grasp a knife and fingers to tie knots and straps (or untie them) - “in bed”. Hands to protect, not fight. Hands to heal. A mind to think and grow - to learn and UNDERSTAND. A mind to mold and also a mind to prevent from moulding. fearless heart to nourish love. The same heart to be given. The heart that beats and sustains life; have it torn out - broken. A heart to heal. All in sync. One place In me.
I had the day off in the afternoon yesterday and wandered over to Stem, which just opened. I was particularly interested in the garden and wondered what kind of things they had planted. Now I know. The space is incredible and I had a great time with a pastry and a cup of coffee. After taking a look at the incredible greens they were growing, I was invited to play bocceball by a group nearby. GOOD STUFF! I’ll be back.
It’s been a while since I’ve had a full weekend to gather my thoughts and explore. A few weeks ago, I picked up a new mirrorless camera – the Sony a6000. I decided to take the plunge into mirrorless because it’s so compact, but still offers the quality and versatility that I want. I took my full camerabag on a hike in Oakland on Saturday, but ended up only using the Sony. The shots from my hike are all from the Sony. I shot in RAW and did a little bit of editing in Lightroom, but the results speak for themselves. It’s a great camera, although I’m still getting used to it’s quirks. Look for a full post on my impressions in the near future.
On Sunday, I stopped by Oakland Supply Co. before I got called into work. I picked up a Moss + Twig mini-planter for my airplant as well as a canvas lunch bag. I used to love bagged lunches (I know, it’s a thing) and now I can have a reusable one and relive my childhood!