A wander through the California Academy of Sciences in San Francisco.
I spy with my little eyes...
Here we are traipsing though the Minoan palace or labyrinth.
This cruise has really been fun. Ephesus, the ancient city of
Asia Minor was quite fascinating.
[A postcard from my grandmother, third from left, sent to my great-aunt on June 1953. My grandfather is second from left.]
A walk through the Mission.
Every spring the blossoms burst and with a gust of wind scatter petals across the garden like confetti.
Pale pink polka dots on a brilliant green carpet.
As if to say, let's party!
The results from an experiment in my undergraduate B&W photography class circa 2002.
I found this pigeon deep in meditation while walking along Ocean Beach.
My sister passed away ten years ago today. I can still hear my dad’s voice at the other end of the line, “It’s Cecily, darling…”
She died in the middle of a clear cold night, the stars twinkling above her through the skylight. [I was three thousand miles away.]
Here she is, looking straight into me, as if my camera was never there. As if it was just the two of us, the sky, the ocean, and the sand. I often wonder what it would be like to see her again. The pain of the loss is so unbearable I would probably fall to the floor. But really, I would want to wrap my arms around her and tell her I missed her so. I look at this photograph when I want to see her again. Because, at least with this, I can see her there.
[I wonder how many miles apart we are right now.]
I love you, Cec.