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In May, I spend a weekend in that city by the bay. Mostly staying and hanging out with Evan, a great friend from high school, as well as considering UC Berkeley for grad school. Also included: Oakland cafés, Palais des Beaux Arts, the Golden Gate, donuts and Chinese food, shiny tech start-ups, trips by BART, and the best weather I was told I would ever experience in San Francisco? It was beautiful, and I hope to be back very soon.
My son, Bart, who has SSADH is shown brushing the horse, Ben, he rides during his therapeutic horseback lessons.
Natural Light portrait.
We were working with his rather lovely girlfriend a great model. Bart was a great guy and I enjoyed talking with him a great deal so we decided to do a few shots. All the lights were tied up so this was a natural light shot in a abandoned factory.
Processed in lightroom, some small cloning done with Cs3
At the far NE end of the Powell Street BART station, there is a makeshift steel wall that appears to have been put up to block off what would have been a corridor. There is also a steel door in this wall. If you walk up to the door, and peer through the cracks between it and the door frame, you will see something quite strange. Essentially the hall would continue on at the same width were it not for the wall. Extending, visibly, on for another 60 feet or so this wide hall curves to the right, seemingly toward Yerba Buena Gardens.
In the center of the hall, on the floor, lie suitcases of varying size, color and vintage, each spaced a few feet apart. The suitcases seemingly extend beyond where the curve of the hallway makes it impossible to see. As you can imagine, this is a fair quantity of luggage. Recently, the bags have been opened. Now their contents lie exposed and disheveled, having been apparently searched en-masse on the hallway floor.