Measure of the year

SFO terminal 3 before my flight:
I was thinking about places in our lives where we are “obliged” to spend time. Few of them being the courthouse for jury duty,the workplace, home and the DMV. Only the airport terminal seems to be a place where all of us as either(passengers/pilots/staff) have to converge before boarding our planes. Unless you work in travel, we spend just a few hours a year in the terminal. Ultimately we have little to no control over how long we spend in it, weather, scheduling and TSA permitting. We are impermanent; just ghosts in the terminal.

Taken at 430PM in the Manor coffee shop in West Portal.  This particular coffee shop is more like a diner. Full kitchen, yellow mustard and Heinz ketchup on the counter tops. It is unlike many places in San Francisco;  stuck in the past the servers still wear pink and white uniforms. It seems this little spot is oblivious to the hustle and bustle that passes just outside the door. This gentleman is a regular at the Manor. The servers know him by name and by order. Like the diner he doesn’t change, ordering the same sandwich soup and coke every day. There is a certain comfort in his permanence.

Sometimes you don’t have your trusty “big boy” or “big girl” camera on hand leaving you with a cellphone camera. I love love love my iPhone camera, its always with me and practically graphed to my palm. I am a firm believer of Chase Jarvis’ manifesto that ‘the best camera is the one that’s with you, and it doesn’t have to be fancy’. I took this while working an event at Fort Mason in San Francisco.

our hero's view

Looking at a prison from behind metal bars, thick glass and wire mesh seemed ironic to me.
He finally moved up through the prison ranks, our hero finally getting a window in his cell.
Tragically finding that his only view is the prison in the distance.
Perhaps he’s having a ‘grass is greener’ moment. Atleast he didn’t get a view of a brick wall.

peace.love.music

This seems to be the most appropriate image for my first post. The Treasure Island music festival was last weekend. Two days of electronica, hiphop, dis-harmonies, horn sections, experimental, rock and just all around good music. Ten thousand people crowded onto the area between two stages leaving little room to sit comfortably or to escape the sun.