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Some pics from Santa Cruz summer retreat 2013:

I was on assignment on this sunny Saturday morning, taking photos downstairs at Hillside Supperclub’s brunch shift.  Here’s some of the better shots.

October was so busy, I didn’t get to put much here.  As a cheap substitute  here are some pictures from my life from this month:

These are photos of my exhibition of Twenty-Fourth Street Cityscapes on Wood in the office of San Francisco (District 9) Supervisor David Campos at City Hall.  If one is on the premises, getting married or applying for bankruptcy, one could mosey upstairs and check it out.  Every intersection of Twenty-Fourth Street in the Mission is represented except Shotwell and Osage.  They are in an undisclosed location.  A third rate video of this installation is here.

My just-completed voyage to the US easternlands resulted in some interesting artifact finds at home, as well as the creation of some new ones. Now I am back.

Some pictures of note:

And finally, a video of me and Danny dominating The Looper at Knoebels in Elysburg:

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There were eight people at my house not too long ago and we all fit around the kitchen table for breakfast.   That day a reoccurring thought was there have never been eight people in this apartment before.  And there have definitely never been eight people around this particular kitchen table.  I have had the apartment for three years and the table for ten.   So it was with no shred of hesitation that I blew half the strategic reserves of Polaroid peel-apart film (now made by Fuji).  These three snaps seemed compelling enough to archive via scanning machine.  EB took the best one, I thought, on top here.  It’s from the autoimmune death trail that is north Bernal Hill.

Twelve hours after the biggest lightning storm I ever saw in San Francisco (rattling windows and car alarms going off), I took a picture of the morning aftermath to remember it by.  And now I am late for work.

Recently sighted: Grant Street in Chinatown, stained red from Chinese New Years firecrackers.  Woah.

Another winter, another drawn out slog though ever shortening days.

This year, in addition to the usual pattern of increasingly diminishing daylight,  I have for whatever reason also been paying attention to the actual path of that low December sun.

And until recently I was doing a good job of keeping this new routine rooted in tangible, real life experience.  Then the internet seized hold.

Did you know that in these parts, the sun goes from reaching a maximum angle of elevation in the sky of almost a 70°  in June to less than 25° now.  Not only that, but the total travel of the east to west path from sunrise to sunset goes from well over 240° in the summer to 150° now.  (The sunset doesn’t even make it past due west after September).  All the details can be interpolated on this chart:

The positive trade off is the angular, more horizontal moving light.  The sunset lasts a lot longer and the golden hour is like an hour long, even if the hour in question starts at 4:30.  And of course one of the best things about the west coast is that the sun sets over the Pacific Ocean, the biggest thing in the world.  It’s been pretty striking to watch this year and I have collected some photos.  I suppose that’s the point here.

Cue the clickable content:

Ok here is the last of the February light photos for real.  I think this one explains why the plants in the   bathroom have grown 7 foot extensions  in one year.

My tropical bathroom

I guess this might be the last of the February Light, since forecasts are calling for the first SF snow in twenty years.

Cherry Blossom Corpses--they were fleeting this year

The mighty Pacific as a storm clears.

My personal favorite. I tip my hat to the person who wheatpasted this to a wall.

I have been trying to be proactive about documenting this year’s fantastic February light.  Here’s some more dispatches from the winter:

34th Ave.

Lincoln Park

Lincoln Park

Geary Avenue

JFK Drive, Golden Gate Park

26th Street

The first cherry blossoms of the year,  amazingly early, sighted across Capp street from two teenagers smoking pot.

This year I realized that something I enjoy about San Francisco winters is unpredictability.  This realization possibly has something to do with the the weather during the last few weeks, which has has consistently fluctuated between foggy thirties and sunny sixties.  Somewhere in that time, I convinced myself this is not too unusual and please feel free to tell me that my double negative dropping ass is full of it.  Also not unusually, I have tried my best to be in the SF outerlands to witness the city in all its messed up moods because I like to think that this is something we have in common.

Here are some pictures that came out alright.

Warm-ass wintertime haze on 47th Ave

The N-Judah turnaround.

Cold-ass wintertime fog at the Sutro Baths

Lost ghostbusters wallet in Golden Gate Park