a million pebbles

a notebook of sorts

“One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.” – Goethe

Category: photo essay

  • Golden Gate Bridge 1986 ( Canon AE1-Program ) All three taken at various times in 1986. I read somewhere that people who live in San Francisco take the beauty of this Bridge for granted. It doesn’t excite them anymore. I know one thing doesn’t apply to everyone and it’s been a long time since I…

  • Please ignore the dust spots. What dust spots? Yeah. Like that. Very good.

  • August | 2020

  • A little evening light. If I had to choose between evening light and morning light I’d think I’d choose the former. But by evening I have already settled in. Behavior learned from decades of going to bed early because of work. I forget now that there is nowhere I have to be the next morning…

  • Took a different route around the neighborhood. Still with the newspaper though. I can’t help myself.

  • July | 2020

  • A few more from last month that I found on my phone. Oh Lord this brought tears to my eyes. Mavis Staples, Wilco, and Nick Lowe rehearsing “The Weight”. Right now I don’t think there is not much more that could make me feel so alive and grateful and humble.

  • Neighborhood walks. July / 2020

  • Another walk around the neighborhood. I keep waiting for my neighbors to ask me why I’m taking a picture of their newspapers. The truth is I’m not really sure why, except there is something that draws me to them. Maybe it’s the way they randomly land, maybe it’s the shadows and the light (yes!), or…