Stonecrop

Juggler

I shot this guy from across the street, luckily catching the two tennis balls he was juggling one-handed in mid-air (it took about four shots to get this one -- and it's kind of hard to tell, but he was carrying a broom in the other hand). Troy and I followed him for about six blocks deep into the Tenderloin, hoping to get him to pose for us. When we finally caught up with him, he was not at all interested in having us take his picture.

Oops. Too late.

Don't Call Me Flipper

One of my favorites from the recent Bay to Breakers race.

Rocco

Still waiting for my new machine and crashing multiple times a day on my old Dell.

It Is a Lonely Life They Lead There

(Apparently) abandoned house on the site of the Finch Ranch, upper Carmel Valley.

We spent an hour in Mr. Finch’s house that evening. Two brothers, Americans, have a ranch, and are raising horses. Mrs. Finch seemed a meek, sad woman, with more culture and sensibility than her husband, and evidently pining for other lands and other scenes here in this lonely place, away from the world, almost away from the “rest of mankind.” The house was of sticks plastered with mud, the floor, the earth. Two pretty little girls were playing upon a grizzly skin before the fire. It is a lonely life they lead there.
--William H. Brewer, June 4, 1861

Long Time No Martini Monday

These drinks may or may not be martinis -- in fact, at least one of them might even be water, I really don't know -- but I sure liked how the late afternoon sun shone on them and through them. Isn't it just about happy hour where you are? Cheers!

John, aka Mr. Nobody At All

I spent about five hours Saturday morning walking around the Tenderloin with my friend and fellow photographer Troy Holden. Here's just one of the shots I got that I liked a lot.

Hello, My Friends, I Send You My Love

A self-portrait from one of my favorite art and science emporiums in SF.

In My Neighborhood: The Boys from Station 3

Caught this scene from the fire escape of my building late Saturday night. I'm sure glad those guys are right across the street from us.

Osprey, Hurtling

This is from a couple of years ago, but I don't think I've ever posted it. Osprey dive like this from 100 to sometimes 500 feet or more, right into the water. As they approach the water they slow a bit, aim, and go in feet first. They're amazingly successful fishers -- Bald Eagles on my lake find it more efficient to chase down an Osprey and take away its fish than to catch one themselves. I've got shots of some of those chases I'll post sometime.

Self-Portrait with Security Guard

Shot while waiting for the DeYoung to open yesterday morning...

Screened Out

Here's another one that I liked from New Idria.

Paging Dexter Morgan

Another shot from the New Idria trip. In case you're wondering, it's probably not blood. Probably.

Old Scratch

The day after the New Idria trip, I visited the How Weird Street Faire, where I ran into this chap playing his whistle and offering me a great deal for my eternal soul. Little did he know I don't have one.

Wash Room

Here's one of mine from the New Idria trip. I just posted a ton of pictures from there this morning; if you're interested in seeing the set, go here.

Mine tailings and basketball net in New Idria, where a bunch of us went on a photoshoot yesterday.

What a Relief

While I'm waiting for Tom to come pick me up later this morning for a long drive and a photo shoot, might as well throw a Shadow Shot Sunday post up here. All the cool kids are doing it!

Cocktail Hour

Short Back and Sides

"I just want to take a picture of the chair." In close quarters, a 24mm lens can capture so much more...

The Bible Guarantees It!

I've been seeing these all over SF lately. I want to contact the people who put them up to ask if I can take over their bank accounts on May 22nd.