The Life in My Years

An anthology of life

In keeping with the current architectural theme, this week Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge focuses on modern homes and apartments. This colorful apartment building sits just on the fringe of Chinatown in San Francisco. Maaaaay-be there’s an apartment in there somewhere.  The most prominent building in the photo below is the Salesforce Tower.  I’d be willing …

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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 …

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We don’t know when we can get off the ropes or what our counterpunch is going to be. We have capable, dedicated men and women working on that counterpunch.

Taking a breath of viral free air to offer something pleasing and to try to relieve some of the angst if only for a few moments.  The San Francisco Bay Area is rich in street art; some of it sanctioned and some not. Below is a small sampling of images of a few of the …

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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 …

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This week’s Lens Artists Photo Challenge is leading lines.  Tina’s challenge is to display photos with lines “carry our eye through a photograph. They help to tell a story, to place emphasis, and to draw a connection between objects.” Cover photo: San Pablo Bay, California Converging lines. The lines of the shore and the clouds. …

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I was feeding the parking meter at the corner of Spear and Howard Streets in San Francisco’s south of Market area when Cora pointed up at one of the many high rise buildings going up in the area. “Look at that building.” Following her finger I gazed up at a strange twisted tower. It looked …

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The American West had a mind to be heartless; a place, a time and a life that didn’t discriminate when it came to the taking of life.

In life they lived hard and in death they repose in the hard land.

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