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ERIN IN THE BAY

A place to share my photography, writing, and thoughts as a Bay Area transplant. Stop in whenever you'd like.

This man was making music with his future computer switches. (i.e., he is a god)

This man was making music with his future computer switches. (i.e., he is a god)

This drum bell echoed through the walls, through the urns, and I believe through the channels to where the departed roam.

This drum bell echoed through the walls, through the urns, and I believe through the channels to where the departed roam.

One of my favorite portraits in the last year or so. My favorite boy.

One of my favorite portraits in the last year or so. My favorite boy.

My favorite plant shape reaching up to the light. Portals of visibility.

My favorite plant shape reaching up to the light. Portals of visibility.

I went to the Chapel of Chimes summer solstice event in Oakland, Ca, 2014. This is evidence of my presence there.

I went to the Chapel of Chimes summer solstice event in Oakland, Ca, 2014. This is evidence of my presence there.

A well spoken wisdom from one of my favorite teachers.

Nature as design. 
I find so many great designs in my CSA box. I only need to photograph them more.

Nature as design. 

I find so many great designs in my CSA box. I only need to photograph them more.

…there is no logic to San Francisco generally, a city built with putty and pipe cleaners, rubber cement and colored construction paper. It’s the work of fairies, elves, happy children with new crayons. Why not pink, purple, rainbow, gold? What color for a biker bar on 16th, near the highway? Plum. Plum. The light that is so strong and light that corners are clear, crisp, all glass is blinding—stilts and buttresses and turrets—the remains of various highways—rainbow windsocks—a sexual sort of lushness to the foliage. Only intermittently does it seem like an actual place of residence and commerce, with functional roads and sensible buildings.

—Dave Eggers, a Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius

I have to say that a good portion of this description within Egger’s sometimes interesting, egocentric first book feels correct to me. Especially the bit about the light in San Francisco. This is how San Francisco seems to a person who is from harder, uglier cities.

A woman standing in line next to me for casual carpool to San Francisco said to me, “I read that book when I was 26 and loved it. I tried reading it recently and it just wasn’t the same.” I suddenly felt young but wondered if I had read it when I was 26, if I would have liked it just a smidgen better. 26 was a smidgen of time ago.

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I will always reblog Janet Jackson guys. ALWAYS. :)

I couldn’t help myself. I mean, it’s Janet.

(Source: imhollyhood)

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