A rainy night in San Diego is rare. Sometimes I am so struck by the water on my windshield and I often feel like I'm in a painting. I sometimes feel transported to the streets of Paris and think of Renoir but last night it was something else. It felt more modern and I loved every red light and the parking lot that was the I8. It felt a little like Pablo Neruda or maybe even Tom Waits. Maybe I was just feeling electric because I got a phone call from the Dog rescue that we could take Jake home. Either way traffic and I had a love affair last night. Thanks San Diego.
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Hello Split, I love you!
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The last time I entered a photo contest I was still living I my hometown and probably 19. It was at the local community college and I won first place for a black and white street scene taken from the Georges Pompidou in Paris. I cut out two shapes of people and blocked the light from the enlarger from hitting the print in that area. I've always been interested in this idea of connectiveness. I guess somethings never change. All these years later in still concerned with the idea of people finding common ground no matter where they are from.
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Sunday Shenanigans with our neighbors. I love our apartment.
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