If I'm not here...
I'm here.
Read more...A month or so ago, I agreed to shoot some promotional photos for Wee the Band, who are a fun and sultry vocal pop band from San Francisco. Now, when I heard their music, I thought of a dark bar with a red glow; but their time constraints allowed only for a quick outdoors location. We settled on Treasure Island, which has a magnificent view of the city - but of course, it's been foggy and cold here (San Francisco in the summer!) so the plan was modified somewhat.
Beginner's tip #3289237 - a band with six members is not as easy to shoot as a band with 3.
Especially when said band is freezing.
I really enjoyed meeting Wee the Band and had a great time getting their shots. I think they're fine, but I look forward to doing an indoor shoot sometime soon!
David and I took a late morning/early afternoon hike at Wildcat Canyon yesterday. We did the Canyon Gorge trail, which goes alongside a small stream and between small redwood groves. The stream is home to small trout and newts, which are both protected in California.
Not a great picture, but a great picture of David.
Honestly, I'm getting tired of cement, smog and graffiti. I don't know if it's just a need for a vacation or me realizing that I love the city but can't do it forever. Sometimes it just seems like the constant film over everything and lack of clean air is just bad energy. I wonder how people live their whole life like that. I suppose they don't know any different, If they've never lived anywhere else. But I'm finding it tiring.
Taken a moment after Josh teased Margo with this guitar pick and she used her cobra attack to steal it.
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Last night, I got out a box of old pictures and scanned them, something I'd been meaning to do for awhile. I'm starting to see age in my childhood photos and I figured I should start getting them into JPEG files in case they get really bad.
I uploaded a few to my flickr account. Here's one of my favorites.
Oh, young Nissa. There's so much I want to warn you about, but sadly...I cannot...
(Oh, for fun, free pendant to anyone who knows where I opted that quote from...)
Autumn does not exist in California. Now, I must clarify before going forward that no seasons exist here; regardless of what the weather man suggests. It is, however, Autumn that leaves me longing to trade 70 and sunny for crisp, cool air, apple cider and changing colors. For piles of fallen leaves and Fall jackets; dewy morning grass that sticks to your shoes.
People who live here still act like it is "Autumn", they shop for pumpkins and decorate their stoops with Indian Corn. But they don't get it. They still complain when the temperature dips below 70 and the blue skies could be compromised.
In these weeks before Halloween, I miss Wisconsin. I miss the things I can't explain to anyone who hasn't been there. The sights, the scents, and the feeling that Autumn brings; the death of the year that will soon come to an end.
Today, Dave and I went out in search of some Autumn. I came back with a heightened appreciation for my home and my husband, a refreshed spirit, and maybe, just maybe, a more open mind on what "Fall" is, or what it can be.
On a whim I suggested we drive down Hwy 1. outside of San Francisco, toward Pacifica and Half Moon Bay. You'll remember that the BMPOAT was in Pacifica, and ever since I drove out there for the interview, I've been thinking I needed to take Dave for a drive along the coast there. Also, there's some giant redwoods on the path. We didn't see redwoods today, though. We parked just outside of Pacifica at a parking lot that lead to a few different trails going toward the hills on the opposite side of the ocean. The trail we chose went up the hill and paralell to the water.
After our little hike, we stopped at a roadside farm that had a pumpkin patch. Unfortunately, between the two of us, we had a $100 bill and a $1 bill - neither of which were correct for buying a pumpkin. We strolled a bit through the patch and then headed home, where we proceeded to catch up on this week's episode of the Office while burning my pumpkin and harvest candles, which I call my "Autumn Fireplace." Even though I'm feeling a little better about California in October, I'll still yearn.

These pumkins were silly. I've never seen them in gray. They were decidedly dreary and beautiful all at once.



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Friday, Baby C and momma Taylor came to work. This happens often, however, it isn't often that a puppy is in the office when the two of them are there. Can you imagine it? A baby and a puppy?
Well, it happened. And here's the proof.
I'm posting a few photos from the Solano Stroll, a street fair that happens about a mile from our house every year. It's your average street fair - food, crafts, political booths. We had an OK time, but it was a little bit too crowded to enjoy it throughly. I think it happened the second to last weekend of September.
I ate french fries covered in crab. I didn't feel well afterwords. We saw some interesting music groups. 



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