By way of serendipitous introduction, this year's Thanksgiving was delightful in a way only traveler-magnate San Francisco could provide for. Even Martha Stewart herself could not have done better.
In San Francisco there are new neighborhoods to discover by bike, gallery openings to go to, dive bars and pubs with friendly folks with fascinating stories, beaches and mountains to appreciate, crazy 100,000-person debauchery-filled costume parties to attend, and fantastic live music shows to go to. San Francisco es Pura Vida!
Winter has passed and spring is here again. I danced, rode my bike, took a nap, hung out with my adoptive French mom, punched my roommate, saw a tiger at the zoo, made an awesome RAGBRAI/Bud Light logo mashup, scattered my heart across the States, and drew a rabbit butt. I still need to teach myself Spanish.
Recent favorite portraits include one from the Mule holiday party, a self-portrait at the studio and in the Utah salt flats, and of my French friends on Treasure Island.
Life is punctuated by these in-between times. They're surreal, fast-paced, full of new faces and places. The in-between times are challenging and cause us to grow.
