Amy hosts this week’s Len’s Artists Photo Challenge and she has selected the topic Under the Sun, meaning literally, “anything under the sun.” In her post, Amy points out the commonly held rule that shooting under a bright sun or towards the sun is often a photographic no-no that causes high contrast, blown out highlights, …
Are we operating on the two nonsensical theories that the coronavirus respects borders or that people won’t get into their cars to go get services not available in their communities?
It’s been only months but it seems like decades since you could sit in a restaurant, see the unmasked smile on the server’s face, sit at a communal table or graze from a buffet.
My San Francisco is a series of posts that describes my own personal relationship with The City. My San Francisco pieces might be photo essays; they might be life stories or they could be commentaries. They might be a combination of some or all three. My impressions aren’t always paeans to San Francisco; it’s a …
Reminiscences of San Francisco’s Little Italy, from the beats to the eats to America’s longest running play.
Dog and pony show – An elaborate act of bullshit, generally used to distract attention away from the sheer uselessness of the actual project or act. ~ The Urban Dictionary It was a widely ballyhooed event last Friday, the first briefing by the White House Coronavirus Task Force in nearly two months. At the outset of …
“My dad taught me everything I know. Unfortunately he didn’t teach me everything he knows.” ~ Al Unser. “When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished at how much he had …
Consider this my RSVP. I won’t be attending the celebration. That shouldn’t come as a big surprise to those who know me, particularly my wife. To say that I’ve never been a big party person is a gross understatement. When I was still working, many were the times when I would stay at my desk …
All that these men and women wanted was to live normal lives, be ordinary people, have families and not end up immortalized on sheets of plywood because they died for our sin.
For days following the killing of George Floyd, the city of Oakland was in flames, if not literally then figuratively. Peaceful protests turned into confrontation which turned into violence leaving the city littered with tear gas canisters, rubber bullets and broken glass. As calm returned and peaceful protest prevailed, the city took a moment, a …
The Life in My Years 