all imperfect things
It was cold, foggy, and pouring rain. To my right, Nathan Wirth had the sly grin of a mad scientist, having orchestrated an overwhelmingly inspiring weekend of photography. To my left, the incomparable Grant Murray was ever so meticulously composing his next shot, while huddling under a strange umbrella the size of a dinner plate. Behind me, Lydia was barefoot, jacketless, and hatless, bouncing around the jagged rocks along the beach like a ninja on a sugar high. The four of us clicked like long lost siblings, and I was afraid that beyond all the deep conversation and hilarious jokes, I wouldn't make it home with many photos. Actually, I wound up with dozens that I'm happy with. I'm looking forward to revisiting this and a few other locations around San Francisco later this year. An unforgettable experience. Thanks again, dudes.
all imperfect things
It was cold, foggy, and pouring rain. To my right, Nathan Wirth had the sly grin of a mad scientist, having orchestrated an overwhelmingly inspiring weekend of photography. To my left, the incomparable Grant Murray was ever so meticulously composing his next shot, while huddling under a strange umbrella the size of a dinner plate. Behind me, Lydia was barefoot, jacketless, and hatless, bouncing around the jagged rocks along the beach like a ninja on a sugar high. The four of us clicked like long lost siblings, and I was afraid that beyond all the deep conversation and hilarious jokes, I wouldn't make it home with many photos. Actually, I wound up with dozens that I'm happy with. I'm looking forward to revisiting this and a few other locations around San Francisco later this year. An unforgettable experience. Thanks again, dudes.