front row seat

The text is from my very first post...
this is what I see every day of the week and
depending on your definition of beauty you may pity or envy me :)


gabled rooftops of old warehouse buildings,
cargo ships and a white horizon of haze.
as the day wears on the horizon reveals the blue of the bay,
building outlines on the opposite shore,
hills and the gradiated blue of the sky.

a light breeze drifts in from open windows,
and an occasional pigeon is shooed away.

i have a front row seat

mt.davidson

On the top of a mountain this stands,
taller than any point in all of San Francisco.
The sun touches it first on its ascent,
showering it in brilliant light.

...this shot however was not taken at first light,
it was an afternoon when the sun played freely with fog.

golden

I was supposed to take my third archi-exam this weekend. Structures as it relates to earthquakes, wind, etc. - fun! I get to the testing center (early!) and my test won't come up! So after several calls and re-attempts, I am told I will need to reschedule. That was Saturday morning. Not exactly the stress free weekend I was hoping for, but I did go out and take pictures to console myself.

I thought - who knows, maybe I would have had a selection of really difficult questions, or maybe I just haven't studied enough. So anyways, that is all on hold until the appropriate people contact me to reschedule.

On a lighter note, I took this picture a week ago. I was out with a friend and saw this sight. Unfortunately there is a lot of glare on the windows so it is difficult to see everything.


Four golden retrievers sitting ever so properly, looking just like a family out for a drive. the things u see in cities.

Oakland

The city of Oakland lays on the side of the bay directly opposite my office. In the morning it is usually hidden by fog. Today it seems the clouds have thinned just enough to send a glow over the whole city. It quite remarkable what the sky decides to highlight some days.

My camera is away being repaired of a light leak that was ruining many of my pictures, hopefully it will be back in operation soon.

city lights

This was taken on my first Christmas away from home. I was standing with some friends on a roof deck in San Diego. It is probably one of my most abstract pieces. It was a day of watching basketball games, talking with my family on the phone, and lasagna & games with friends.

home

It is not my nature to change,
but I seek it, I run toward it.
I cry and wonder where everyone is,
when I am the one who has gone.

I look for a constant and find only one,
and he will never let go.
He tells me of new places,
shows me things I never could have dreamed.

I yearn for it at the same time I hide.
It pulls me, it scares me,
I crawl back to the box I used to fit into
but I really want to fly.

I move forward into the unknown
with a hope burning within.
For the life I was told I should want
is nowhere to be found.

desolate

alone, abandoned
hope fails, decay sets in
purpose, though apparent,
is now irrelevant
a canvas, a sculpture,
history of the not so long ago
in the back corner of the gallery,
where few will ever go.

when it is time to go

it is not a clear path,
just the sign that says "trail starts here."
There is no grand vision of the end,
just a hope and a promise buried deep within

couldn't help but get up and dance...

Here by the Water
Music and Lyric by Jim Croegaert
© 1986 Rough Stones Music

Soft field of clover
Moon shining over the valley
Joining the song of the river
To the great giver of the great good

As it enfolds me
Somehow it holds me together
I realize I’ve been singing
Still it comes ringing
Clearer than clear

And here by the water
I’ll build an altar to praise Him
Out of the stones that I’ve found here
I’ll set them down here
Rough as they are
Knowing You can make them holy
Knowing You can make them holy
Knowing You can make them holy

I think how a yearning
Has kept on returning to move me
Down roads I’d never have chosen
Half the time frozen
Too numb to feel
I know it was stormy
I hope it was for me learning
Blood on the road wasn’t mine though
Someone that I know
Has walked here before

from Steve Bell, Romantics & Mystics

morning sun

the air is crisp, the breeze slight.
traffic mere background noise,
joggers & bikers my companions.
glimpses of the shimmer, the brilliance.
it is not diffucult to rise early,
when this is what awaits.

completely relaxed

the sun on the water was best viewed thru tinted lens. the stone of the building remains worn to match the surrounding rocks. a tunnel floor of the softest sand as the roar of the ocean waves crash around us.

the rocks begged to be navigated, but one can only go so far in a skirt & sandals without modesty being forsaken and safety compromised. next time!