I had some black and white film on me the first time we visited SF. And apparently I took photos of Alcatraz.
Fog City
Wordless Wednesday: Powell Street Station
Most weekdays around 7:30 a.m. and again at 6 p.m., you can find me underneath Market Street between 4th and 5th.
Wordless Wednesday: Banana slug
An up-close look at one of our friendly neighborhood gastropods.
Birdemic at the ballpark
Don’t worry, they’re not looking for trouble. They just want your leftover fries.
Don’t be fooled by roadside faux tubers
Look, I’m writing a lot of these things. They can’t all be bangers.