Sometimes Hollywood narratives influence my moments of self-reflection. Life has been much like Jimmy Stewart’s in Rear Window - immobilized in an apartment with a constant view of nearby buildings and neighbors.
I work from my new home in Oakland. In hopes of negating the potentially stir-crazy effects of this, I get up every morning for a self-fulfilling run around Lake Merritt. That was until I badly sprained my body. My left knee is currently inutile. I can imagine myself as a jellyfish, relying mostly upon my upper body strength to propel through space.
Honestly, it’s not that bad, but I can only walk for minutes at a time. Contrary to my motivations, I won’t be running around the lake anytime soon :-(
Envision > Create > Scale
Just learning about hi.co right now, at Arbor Cafe, on reading about its archiving and closing. Impressed, but sad.
It's a quieter night in Ghost Town
Jack London Square and railroad tracks of gold.
Always fascinating to watch commerce in action as container ships come and go under the San Francisco Bay Bridge.
Generations later, you can still see and feel the resemblance of a blood-born loved one. Yiayia Nitsa with her great-grandaughter, Lyla.
How do you spend a Sunday afternoon? Do you sit? Wonder? Take a load off ?
Acknowledging that change needs to happen. Everything has its own purpose and lifetime. Farewell, old bridge.
He didn't know she'd started taking pills.