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I spent the morning walking around taking pictures, most of which don’t look the way people think of San Francisco. Walking North from the ferry terminal I eventually found the San Francisco Maritime National Historical Park. Herculese is a steam powered tug.
Street photography is my favorite. It is basically people watching with a camera. Unfortunately, the trend is to prohibit it in Europe.
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In the glass city, reflections are everywhere. Reality is meaningless. Nature is for bugs. Meaning is trapped behind the mirror.
Are my glances of this city random, is there a pattern, or am I just lost in the fog?
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The view of Emerald Bay is visible from the road. Van Sickle Park is right behind the Marriott. The socks are manufactured by Sock it to Me, a company owned by a young woman I met on my last trip to Kauai, early in 2014. Number 8 is typical of the older cabins around Tahoe. If you visit Lake Tahoe when school is out, expect to see a lot of children.
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Heavenly is the main ski area at Lake Tahoe. In summer the trails are strewn with rocks and logs. Tons of snow must fall before the slopes are open. A gondola runs from right next to the Marriott to the 9,150 foot level and a chair lift adds about another 1,000 feet. Further small elevation gains are possible with a short hike.
To reach lake Angora follow a complex set of directions from South Lake Tahoe. The final turn is not marked and the first 100 yards of that road looks impassable. Along the way signs warn the parking lot may be full. You will need $7 in cash or a check to place in an envelope for parking. Follow that with a short hike up the hill and you reach Lane Angora.
On the first Friday of the month Oakland has a street festival. There are bands, food trucks, crafts for sale and lots of people. Since this is in the Bay Area, the folks are a little more interesting than average. For the entire evening I used a Nikon D800 and 28mm f/1.8 G lens.
Taken on my Way to LA, over Texas, New Mexico, Arizona and California in the vast Southwest of the USA.
Old Point Loma Lighthouse is located high on a hilltop offering dramatic views of San Diego. In the interior of the building there are quarters. The nearby shoreline is scenic (photographs tomorrow) making this area a must see item for visitors to San Diego.
At the shore of the tony Southland town of La Jolla is a seal rookery. It is inhabited by barking seals, seabirds and a few squirrels. The place stinks to high heaven with the pungent aroma of rotten fish. This makes the rookery controversial with local residents. At night I could smell it while walking past the outdoor dining area of a few restuarants.
One of my favorite pastimes is asking people on the street if I can take their picture. Most say yes.
These are the images of summer which is nearly at its end. People are passionate about these activities, or at a minimum they were looking for a bit of relaxation at the beach. I don’t know how anyone could stand that cold water without a wetsuit. Most of the photos are from Ocean Beach in San Diego with a few from “La Joya” up the coast.
You can go to the shore and watch waves continuously changing the view. Come back in a hundred years and the rocks will look about the same. Over time water erodes rocks into beautiful patterns. At first glance the colors are drab, but with a little magic they can be brilliant. Another characteristic of water is that it reflects, but slight ripples cause interesting distortions.
Things can be anything you want them to be. The captions I give photos are often how they first strike me. Some of the rocks resemble a view from an aircraft or a satellite even though they were taken on the ground. The reflections make me imagine a place where matter and antimatter meet.
The first 4 photographs were made at the reflecting pond for the Balboa Park Botanical Building in San Diego. The park houses many museums and the weather in San Diego is always perfect. The remainder are from Ocean Beach in San Diego.
I hope these photos are not too touristy, at least I passed on most of the better known items.
“Soup to Go” was photographed in Chinatown. Despite the chilly weather the UPS drivers wore their famous shorts. Look for me behind the band.
After many wine tastings, and a detour through Marin County, I arrive in downtown San Francisco. The streets here are chock full of people making this an ideal place for street photography. It was raining in the morning and the sun never came out. Lack of direct sun can be beneficial as it avoids shadows across the subject’s face. The “Victorian Group” greeted me at the rental car place. Look at the four tall “women” carefully.
The weather for the last two days has been sunny, cool and crisp. It doesn’t get really cold here. I have been walking around all over the city, but the best shooting seems to be in the area near Union Square. There is no shortage of weirdness in this San Francisco. It is close to Christmas with lights and decorations everywhere.
On the way back to San Francisco the sky was white all day. I was lucky it did not rain but a few drops. By a round about route I traveled to the Point Reys area, Muir Woods and finally, across the Golden Gate bridge. My only hope is these do not look like the usual shots from those places.
How does one find the perfect wine? You go to the source, which is why I went to Napa, California. It was raining flood style when I arrived, but the weather cleared up before noon the next morning when I toured the Hess winery. There were detours due to the flooded roads.
Some of the wineries were designed to be tourist attractions from the ground up. They have lavish grounds, and one has a gondola lift for transportation to the tasting room. The surprise of the day was at Mumm where they had 27 Ansel Adams prints hanging in their art gallery on loan from the Adams family. I have never seen more than about half a dozen, even in a museum.
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On my second day in Napa perfect weather prevailed and I visited a few more wineries. I have to say after tasting about 10 wines my palate goes to hell and I have no idea what is going on. There seems to be a trend here towards giving all the wines a buttery taste which comes from oak.