Well, actually…
As seen popping over the hills here in the East Bay.
Edit: Apparently, this is a tired old joke of mine.
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Well, actually…
As seen popping over the hills here in the East Bay.
Edit: Apparently, this is a tired old joke of mine.
I’m on a boat and all that..
…because the Blue Angels are here!
In 2008, I was fortunate enough to attend a talk and rally by Archbishop Desmond Tutu in support of Tibetan freedom at the United Nations Plaza in San Francisco. This rally was held ahead of the controversial 2008 Olympic torch relay that was making its way through San Francisco during the week.
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Much later, I read “The Book of Joy”, a series of conversations between the Dalai Lama and Archbishop Desmond Tutu. In my opinion, it’s one of those rare and potentially life changing books. Two men, who have both faced many challenges, share how they managed to remain optimistic and hopeful despite the incredible challenges they’ve faced in their lives.
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What a kind, beautiful soul and someone that we needed in our world today.
View from our backyard at 9am. Taken straight out of the camera, white balanced to sunlight. It looks like a photo taken on Mars. 💔
In the early 2000’s, one of my favorite punk bands was Tsunami Bomb. I followed them up and down the West Coast, going to a ton of shows and meeting a lot of cool people in the process. They went on hiatus in 2005. In 2009, the had a reunion show up here in the Bay Area, so I went and took a number of photos.
(Interestingly, they reformed again in 2015 with a slightly different lineup… and I sadly haven’t gone to see them live yet).
Anyway, they recently had an Instagram post celebrating their anniversary and posted one of my photos. Nice!
It was a pretty awesome show. A few more photos…
Benson’s ears are ridiculous.
Well, actually!
Was stomping around the old neighborhood when I noticed the moon peeking out from behind Sutro Tower.
That was just awesome. There are no words to describe the experience.
This photo taken from my father-in-law’s telescope while we were camped out near Casper, Wyoming.
I am now an umbraphile.