Buy the ticket, take the ride.
-Hunter S. Thompson
year del dragon +city hall
Looking up when it gets crowded down here. And crowded like cotton candy wrapped around the eyes, clear like the sun after the fog has burned out, busy like a programming intern working for free and quiet like the SFmoma surrounded with people dressed in black. Hungry like a teenager at in-n-out, stuffed like bubblewrap inside a fragile package, dramatic like people crying in a mexican telenovela, lively like kids laughing at the playground, sad like a philosophy fanatic dropout law school student working at film yard.
And when all those emotions rush to the mind like a flock of seagulls, it is best to breathe.
And look up.
There might be flying bagels up there.
above photographs with my Leica lens/Panasonic LX5
all below on the go, with the mobile phone.
i love them angels. amazing.
UP en san francisco
high on caffeine
sinfonía de fog y cables
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bagels flew over the cuckoo's nest