From late May to early September the streets are deserted during the day.  The heat forces a hibernation of its inhabitants, as the sun beats down on the brick and asphalt that slowly crumbles.

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Job du Jour R.I.P.
Job du Jour R.I.P.

 Life:  “You know?  I just don’t give a damn.”  I completely understand...

Ripple
Ripple

I shot this in San Francisco near the Sutro Baths.  The light was perfect that day and every...

From the $1 Menu
From the $1 Menu

I didn't have any particular direction or topic, but an egg mcmuffin popped into my head. I...

Remembering
Remembering

A friend died last week.  I referred to her as my sister-in-law, even though she was really...