11.19.2006

it's funny how different the weather is from day to day here in san francisco. yesterday, pete and i did a 11 mile bike ride all over the city, and it was mild, lovely, and sunny. today was foggy from the get-go and cold.

i'm shown here on the way down off the top of the hill i live on. behind me is mount sutro/twin peaks.

on a completely different (but relative to this photo) note, my hair is so fried from processing, i had to cut it off quite a bit. i almost want to shave my head and start over.

-black vintage vera scarf: bought for mere pennies at a vintage store going out of business sale in soho, nyc. -black aviator style twill jacket: urban outfitters -white souvenir dress from hong kong with a dragon on it, tied at the sides to make a bubble shape: thrifted @ goodwill, SF. -skinny jeans i always freakin' wear: miss sixty -metallic gold peeptoe wedges: bruno magli -black tacky 80s faux alligator/snakeskin bag that has a REALLY cool shape: thrifted @ salvation army, w. 47th street, manhattan -gold heart pin and gold pinecone earrings (unseen): thrift town, SF.

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feeling a little out of sorts lately, a little off-center. i've been working a little more, and have had a few freelance projects as well, which have taken up some of my free time lately...so the sparse blogging continues.

still trying to figure it all out and get my bearings.

yearning to make more friends...they will come with time, of course. they always do.

eight.

eight years today.

thank you for loving me and for being my husband, friend, lover.

i love you more than mere words can express, my puzzle piece.

mission windows and reflections

on tuesday, i had plans to meet my exceedingly lovely friend sarah (who is a fashion-loving creative gal, a former resident of brooklyn, and is also a recent transplant to SF!) at the st. francis for milkshakes and conversation. i left my house and took the 33 muni bus from my 'hood on the hill to the deep recesses of the mission, and arrived a half hour early. while waiting, i took some photographs of the windows and reflections around me.

san francisco is a ridiculously colorful city. i am delighted by the lovely colors and textures that abound here. san francisco's color is on people, on buildings, as well as the land,sea and sky around the whole of the bay. (oh, those lovely old multi-colored victorians!)

new york was wonderful but very grey. the color was inside her people, their creativity, their bustling energy, not so much her buildings.

slowly, cautiously, my eyes and heart are opening to this place... which at first seemed so foreign, so strange, so different than my beloved NYC.

i'm starting to like it here.

there, i've admitted it!

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i plan on taking my camera out for more adventures. she likes it.