I had a meeting to go to this afternoon that was off the main streetcar line, and I was too late to try the bus (would have required two transfers) and I did not want to drive on such a beautiful day, so rode my bike. What a wonderful decision. It was just beautiful out […]
The main photo for this post is of my grandfather Lorin Hansen. It was one of those days when everything seemed to be right. We went up to his land in the hills of Southeastern Idaho, the flowers were in bloom like no one could remember for a long time, it was warm but not […]
Photos from Moffett Field, near San Jose. This structure was a big part of the the things I saw growing up in the Silicon Valley area. It was a 1930s era Hanger One, Moffett Field It was going to be torn down, but now will be restored (I think, you can look it up, my […]
The other day I was talking with a friend about how different my experience is when photographing life, compared to the experience of being without attempting to interpret what is going on. The act of photography sometimes seems, well to me anyway, as a more thoughtful way to experience the world, people especially. When making […]
We took a tour of UC Santa Cruz this past weekend with Aurelia, she will be attending the school in the Fall. I must say it seems like a perfect fit for her, the campus is more like a very expensive summer camp in some places, or a tech campus in the middle of a […]
The above photo was made on film a long-long time ago. I think it was for the SF Chronicle, the humans in the photo are researchers studying Great White Sharks (that is the terrifying looking thing in the water.) To get this photo I was standing on the top most part of the boat, not […]
I have written and re-written this sentence about a dozen times. Each version seems profound at first, then I think of something better and begin again. Honestly that could go on for hours if I let it. But, I have made a commitment to myself not to allow that to happen, so am writing this […]
“Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes” My high school Literature teacher would be so happy I finally understand what Walt Whitman was saying, well not exactly, I mean I sort of understand it, but there are so many ways to read the quote. Now that I think of it I have no idea what the quote is about. Sorry Mr. Ellis, my Lit teacher Newbury Park High School, in some long distant faded memory.
I was at a local merchants fair thing this afternoon. It was pretty cool seeing the creative things people who make some quite amazing things. My daughter and I were looking at a vendor selling mostly antiques. For some reason the clown figure in the photo caught her attention and she told me I should […]
How did this post become so depressing, the photo of my children is a happy memory, but like all memories there is of sadness at its core.