With the last six frames left of a roll, I headed down to the beach to capture this amazing blue glow I saw from my yard. My favorite time to shoot and it lasts only minutes. The earth, sky and ocean in the same blue color palette. This day was the last of a weekend-long the bluegrass festival...it was summery fall...surf was good that day as was the music from the park.
well this isn't so much from the archive as its only been a month, but, i just wanted to post something different...inpromtu bbq at a favorite spot near the beach. the boys gathered the usual meats, and the "sauce" was beer. whats with guys pouring their beer over the meat? anyway, it was chilly to say the least. while the teriyaki glazed steak and spicey chicken, with tasty margaritas, filled our tummy's, we pretty much stayed huddled around the grill until dark...
I got a call last month for another New York Times "Surfacing" column. Was so surprised to hear that I was to photograph my neighborhood....(disclaimer: there are several places not mention, one being my favorite stomping ground, the Pizza Place on Noriega. This column allows only for 5 different locations. So i know the writer must of had such a hard time choosing).
Outer Sunset is such a small community...many surfers, artists, skaters, and families. We - my boyfriend George, our dog, Reese and I are so fortunate to finally move back to the area and get to know our neighbors. yes we take long walks on the beach and stumble home from the bar around the corner. we can even smell a beached whale from on-shore winds. and the days of bright blue skies and no wind are just magical. There is a reason why it is called the Sunset...Unfortunately, the weekend I shot this assignment, it was dumping rain. all. day. long.
Historically the Outer Sunset was called "Carville" before homes from the 40s were built, during the era of the Cliff House and Sutro Baths. It was a graveyard for street cars (trains). People eventually converted these street cars into homes. And soon after development began and families moved to the beach.
See pictures in the NYT: In San Francisco, a Bleak Neighborhood Is Revived
Below is a slideshow of the images, including outtakes:
I returned Sunday evening from a shoot to a ripe smell breezing off Ocean Beach, which reminded me of my seafaring assignments on fishing and lobster boats during my newspaper days. Early Monday morning we grabbed our bikes and headed toward the beach to discover the carcass of a mid-adult whale. Later I returned to continue photographing the discovery. Marine biologists are uncertain of the exact species until further testing, however they speculate that it could be an endangered fin or sei whale found deep in the Pacific Ocean. Its been reported that fin whales have been spotted recently around the Farrallon Islands, 30-miles off the coast of San Francisco. For further reading, click here. Click through the slideshow below and read the cutlines.
Since our move back to SF, I'll be taking on a new project documenting the small community out in my neighborhood, the Outer Sunset, and its enigmatic coastline which lies along the western stretch of San Francisco facing the wide open Pacific Ocean. Its no southern california thats for sure, and we like it just the way it is.
Here's couple of snaps taken during my birthday last week that I spent with my boyfriend, our dog Reese, and a couple friends in Monterrey. We also went to the Monterrey Bay Aquarium, which had an impressive salt water tank and sea horse exhibit. :o ). but the rest of the exhibits or habitats were smaller then expected. We also were scouting surf & skate spots, and checking out the beaches during the beautiful evening light. We then stopped at the Lone Cypress Tree, a famous 200-year-old Cypress, along the 17-mile drive in Pebble Beach. (equipment: a dusty old 500C Hasselblad, the popular Holga, and trusty G11).
Lampu'uk, where the 2004 tsunami travelled nearly 7km inland, killing nearly 4 out of 5 of the population and wiping out a generation of school kids. but today, like most Sundays, Acehnese spend their time with family and friends at the very place that caused so much destruction. But still, recovery moves on like the ebb and flow of the tides. Below: families play at the beach and after dusk at the beach.