Last Time I Thought About Being Cold

I was biking across the GG Bridge.  My sister confirmed that wind, no sun, and just down right cold is a huge factor in her decision to remain in the South.  I wish I had that wisdom before I endured Indiana's windy, rainy mess.  Also, my pictures from San Fran are LONG overdue.  So, here's one!

Counting down the hours to Harry,
MJ

The Zambranas

I miss the other Zambrano women.  Less than one week until my mom's cooking, Texas tacos, and my sister's wit.  These wonderful photos come from our friend Hans in Germany.  Germans are the best.

Making it through Monday relatively unscathed,
MJ

I have never been able to read graffiti

If this graffiti says something terrible, I wouldn't know.  I doubt it's something shady because I took this picture on a high traffic street in San Francisco. Well, since I cannot decipher graffiti, I'm resigned to just admire it from a distance.
Life is le busy, but much better than last week.  Equally crazy, just more healthy I think.  Anyway, speaking of healthy and good things, when you get 5 minutes, check out this article.  Made me think of the church Mollination and I worked with when we went on choir tour after our senior year of high school.  It is also just Good.

What makes a photograph for you? What keeps you engaged with the picture?
Just wondering, you can comment or converse amongst yourselves :)
(however, your comments might help me apply photography theory just sayin'... help an amateur academic out!)



Back to reading and responding,
MJ

Whatever happened to predictability?

Well, not everything is uncanny in San Franny, but this sure was:

But, to be fair, I edited it a little bit and added some extra weird-ness to this sunglasses display.

My first thought about San Francisco? "This DOESN'T look like Full House.  I'm disappointed."  But, then we found the areas that did look like the show and my sister and I staged a reenactment of the opening credits of the show.

I'm listening intently, she's drinking the Dr. Pepper that we saved from the plane on the way over to SF.

I just got owned by the pinball game in the big coin-operated machine museum at Fisherman's Wharf

We found a dollar! What luck! Let's buy gum!

Savoring my last days in the Texas heat,
MJ