
Taco Bell and schoolmates on the ride home. I told the kid that he was cute and his friends cracked up laughing.

Now I know what to do with that 10-22mm lens.
The Spreckels Temple of Music (aka The Bandshell) is one of the few remaining pre-1906 quake architectural glories of San Francisco. The tale of its refurbishment (with some chilling anecdotes: “…on the brink of endangering throngs of passersby…”) and the bandshell’s colorful history can be found here.

If, as they say, God spanked the town for being over frisky,
Why did He burn the churches down and save Hotaling’s whiskey?
Marble frieze above the Villa Taverna, a private club, on Hotaling Place.
The interesting tale of this tiny street is here.
I’m also sharing this image today because it’s one of the prints you’ll see in person at my show that opens tonight as part of the Divisadero Art Walk.
I’ll be at the Mini Bar (837 Divisadero), starting at 5pm. Please stop by and say hello if you’re in the area.

On Valencia Street.
I think it’s just something I have to get through my head: that the best photos I take (or at least the ones I enjoy the most) are the ones that happen when I’m not expecting them to. It’s part of the addiction of photography. You never know what might happen next, and you’ll never catch it if you don’t have your camera out and ready to go.
I took this photo of Tony last week. He’s a writer I met, a local guy whose first novel just got published. He wrote his SF story for i live here:SF and will be doing a reading at City Lights on Wednesday. The Jesus Loves You wall was really a perfect place to take Tony’s photo, in light of his story about growing up as a Jehovah’s Witness. Having him framed just-so in the window of this truck doesn’t make me believe in divine providence, but that if I have my camera poised and ready, I can get really lucky sometimes.