There is a pervasive state of decay to this city. The relentless heat and moisture tear everything from structures to streets slowly apart. There is a charm in that though. Life goes on, sometimes ending, but always rising in another form.
Bug
Corn
"Uncle John's Apple Farm" reminded me of all those places you would go to as a child and...
San Francisco Coastline
This was also taken the day Dave, Felice and I drove out to the Sutro Baths...
It's sad to say this...
Well, here goes... It’s time to answer some questions and say, “yes, we are moving.” Dave...
Remembering
A friend died last week. I referred to her as my sister-in-law, even though she was really...