Windmill
Situated at the western-most edge of Golden Gate Park, just before it reaches the ocean. This iconic shape takes on a different character to me when lifted from it's pastoral scene and viewed against the stark vastness of this cloudless fall afternoon.
Curve
One of the many raised sections of freeway at the Oakland/SF/Berkeley highway interchange, know locally as the MacArthur Maze. Considered outside of it's usual context as a means to get somewhere, it has some handsome forms and an understated beauty as a structural feat that I really appreciate.
Blaze
This Maple was a striking figure in the fall sky.
Weep
One of the lesser-known and more interesting details on the Palace of Fine Arts is the weeping ladies standing above the columns. According to one account I've read, they mourn for lost love.
Free
An appropriate and foretelling sign for me as I departed on what would prove to be a life-changing adventure learning forest defense in the old growth forests of Northern California.
Brick Tower
This utilitarian little tower is one of those structures that the San Francisco Fire Department practices putting out fires on. It adds a striking figure to the skyline and has always been one of my favorite buildings in the city.
Japanese Maple
In the prime of it's autumn change. Brilliant!
Across
Taken somewhere in Utah (I think) from the cab of an 18-wheeler on the return half of a hitchhiking trip from San Francisco to New York along the Mid-Atlantic coast and back.
The Star
This one's dreamy to me.
Crumble
I think this image is particularly interesting in that, at first, you might not even notice that the stone church is literally falling apart. The architecture of what remains, an incomplete but still beautiful composition.
Blue on Blue
If you were to look at this building without looking up, you might not have thought much of it- block walls in a forgotten industrial alleyway. But there's something beautiful to me when I let the earthly details fall away and focus only on the colors, hues, and gradients of the scene overhead.
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Taken at dusk, riding north on a freight train out of the Oakland yard. The moon- though appearing small in the distance- offers a pull that is tangible, towards the unknown
Wilderness
I imagine the person who created this ephemeral act of public art to be an excentric, highly creative, wandering soul who is a very sweet person if you have the priviledge of coming to know them.
Girders
girder |ˈgərdər|: noun; a large iron or steel beam or compound structure used for building bridges and the framework of large buildings. ORIGIN early 17th cent.: from gird 1 in the archaic sense [brace, strengthen.]
Stone Wall
This one is quite interesting if you can imagine you're standing on a stone floor or path. Feels like I can fly.
Fall Fire
A Hickory, I believe.
What goes on above our heads while we’re stuck inside them? It’s been a quirk of mine for a while now, I like to look up at things. The people who know and travel around with me sometimes chide me for it. But I’ve always been attracted to up. It’s like gravity in reverse, like the sky itself exerts it’s pull on me.
Sometimes, when I have a camera around, I like to bracket the sky in my lens and share my appreciation for what lies above. This gallery collects some poignant discoveries from this pastime.