When you reblog a portrait that you shot of your boyfriend who blogged a portrait of himself that you shot.
by hoi-za http://flic.kr/p/ebu2Hm
Milking the SFMOMA membership, one coffee at a time.
Sure, it’s 60 degrees in Northern California. So how castratingly cold could that ominously dark green Pacific be anyway?
(Shot from the cliff top at Arch Rock in Point Reyes.)
Tan, camel, gold, peach.
None of these were shot recently. But today I realized that, even outside of these lightwashed San Francisco indian summers, I still gravitate to these tones.
That, or my inability to process scans is really showing.
SoHo | Gastown | Lower Haight
(All shot on Olympus 35RC on Kodak Portra 400.)
From a series titled “Freezing my ass off in a real Canadian winter”.
You would think that a frozen lake is just a frozen lake. But the textures, the reeds, the shards of ice, and that donut sugar dusted frost…Canadian winter, you win.
From a series titled “Freezing my ass off in a real Canadian winter”.
Again, looking at this makes me think of donuts. Or beignets. Or just about anything that’s sugar dusted and delicious.
San Francisco, please work on the “warm freshly baked cookie with your locally roasted coffee without the clusterf*ck” thing.
(Early-ish morning at Matchstick Coffee in Vancouver, BC.)
![[Insert Bon Iver lyrics here. But sung in a Canadian accent, eh.]
Somewhere in Stanley Park, Vancouver, BC.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/1f541eba46891bdd8b5d67c9a7869522/tumblr_mijyivcDQI1qa9j19o1_1280.jpg)
[Insert Bon Iver lyrics here. But sung in a Canadian accent, eh.]
Somewhere in Stanley Park, Vancouver, BC.
Shadows and stuff. Also, evidence that I’m one of those “morning people”.
7:30 am at the Trump SoHo, NYC | A little after 9:00 am at Contraband Coffee, SF
出租.
Arts District, Los Angeles.
