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.
I love going to new places and Melange Market in San Francisco was on my list. I hardly ever get out to that side of town, but I had a strawberry lemonade which was amazing. These beaters were also intriguing – all zip-tied together for decoration. I’ll be back.
Oh this daylight saving thing is out of control! It was super dark when I got off work, but the nice thing about taking public transportation in the dark on a Sunday, to the last stop, when there isn’t any special event is that it’s really empty. Look at all the window seats that are usually taken.
Looking toward Candlestick Park in San Francisco from Bernal Heights. I never thought it would be that beautiful; I especially love the freeway and all the merging roads.
I didn’t get too far today. This windmill is pretty close to my house and it was my first stop during my little drive around San Francisco. It’s actually stunning on a sunny day and I spotted no less than 10+ people grabbing quick pictures of it. I did just that and decided that black and white would suit it. I’m definitely on a black and white roll right now because it brings a new edge to photos. Sometimes color is just distracting.
Would you just take a look at that nicely paved road leading to and from the Cliff House? Great Highway has been redone and driving on it is a blast. Looking at it from above at Sutro Heights Park is even better. Those lines and curves are simply amazing. The plants stand out as black; that’s why I chose black and white.