I'm so glad you found me! I'm a San Francisco photographer, and this blog charts my journey in the ever-evolving world of photography. One of the things I love about photography is that it's a journey, not a destination. I'm constantly learning and meeting wonderful people. Please peruse the blog to your heart's content, then check out my website and feel free to contact me! (I love hearing from you.)

“Which of my photographs is my favorite? The one I’m going to take tomorrow." – Imogen Cunningham

“A portrait is not made in the camera but on either side of it.” – Edward Steichen

Split-Screen

This is a composite of two shots, one focused on the fence and one focused on the garage. Both were shot at f/1.8 with my 85mm lens. 

Sometimes I feel like I'm just spinning my wheels. Days pass, my to-do list doesn't get shorter, it only lengthens, and the important items remain unchecked. I try to remind myself that this feeling is only an illusion, that actually I'm a lot farther ahead now than I was at the beginning of the year, but I find myself unconvincing.

I'm itchy, too. I haven't spent this much time in one place in a long time, and I need to get some more travel under my belt. I long for far-off places, different languages, temperatures, smells. It's time for a trip. I crave the jolt of creativity that comes with travel; the feeling that we're all the same and yet, thankfully, also so different.

For the time being, I'm staying put, buckling down and working hard. But soon that trip will get put on the schedule. I'm thinking South America, because I've never been. Macchu Pichu, Buenos Aires, maybe Rio? Who knows.

Where would you go if you had the chance? Say money and time aren't factors in the equation.

San Francisco Nights


I don't know if you're familiar with Chris Isaak, but I went through a phase when I was about sixteen where I bought nearly every one of his albums. An unabashed crooner, there are few in the music business who can sing like him. One of my favorite albums by him is 'San Francisco Days' and the eponymous track closes something like this,"I'm heading for that Golden Gate, hoping I won't be too late to find the one that I still love . . . San Francisco nights."

And for me this image perfectly reflects those words, that melody. The soft, muted tones of a San Francisco night. The kind of fog that almost embraces you, muffling sounds and blurring your vision. For me, home.

Mouseover Monday 8 - Depth of Field


100mm at f/2.8 Mouse over to see it at f/7.1 

So when I decided that I was really starting a photography business, I made a list of all the equipment I thought I needed to be prepared for almost any job, and I dipped into my savings and bought it. I bought two camera bodies, but I knew what really would make the images would be the right lens at the right time. Since then, some lenses almost never make it off the camera (hello 50mm and 85mm!), some lenses are in heavy rotation (hello Lensbaby!) and some lenses kind of languish (hi 70-200 and 100mm macro).

I decided last week that while the 70-200 is kind of more of a statement lens than I'm ready to bring along with me on casual photo outings, I could definitely use the 100mm more. I mean, it's a beautiful lens, with almost perfect image quality, the bokeh is superb, and it's a macro lens! which I've been wanting for a long time.

So I took the 100 with me on a photo stroll last week, to kind of put it through its paces. We walked around the Panhandle (a smaller park near Golden Gate Park) and we took pictures of whatever captured our fancy.

Some of these you have already seen here and here. The lens is a little long to be a perfect walk-around lens for me. I really like 50mm, and the image quality of the 85mm slays me every time. But the 100 certainly is fun, and there's nothing better than being able to get as close as you want to whatever you're shooting.

Anyway, this Mouseover Monday is a little different than the previous ones. I haven't converted this one into black and white; instead, I'm showing you two different shots of the same leaves, one at f/2.8 and one at f/7.1. Neither one has much depth of field, but they certainly have a different look to them. Which do you prefer? I think I know which one I'm partial to, myself, but I certainly wouldn't mind getting a second opinion.

Oh, and by the way, Happy Independence Day! I hope you're doing something suitably relaxed and pointless.

What I've Been Reading Recently

I've always been a reader, I guess. In third grade I was the most popular girl in my class. You could tell because I often spent my recess with a book. Or two, depending on their length.

As I got older there was less and less time for reading. Or more assigned reading. So instead of my usual bags of books from the library I spent time with textbooks or handouts. And then when I got into photography I focused on photography books and blogs, almost to the complete exclusion of all else.

Then I discovered ebooks on my iPhone, and racked up quite a few purchases for reading on the bus. For convenience, ebooks can't be beat. For price, well, that's a different story.

But last week I got a library card, and I feel like a new woman! Imagine, books for miles, all for free, and then you don't even have to store them after you read them! What a deal.

Here are some of the books that ended up coming home with me.


bird by bird by Ann Lamott: Written in lovely flexible prose full of vibrant metaphors, Ann Lamott takes us through the sometimes painful but ultimately worthwhile process of writing. I picked this up because I often have trouble figuring out what to write on the blog, and I'm not exactly sure what 'my voice' is, if that doesn't sound too pretentious. The book focuses on writing fiction, but a lot of the advice is applicable to any kind of writing. And Ann's humanity is palpable. You just want to give her a hug and say, "Thanks so much for the advice. I'm going to go home and write, now."


Major Pettigrew's Last Stand by Helen Simonson: I admit, I picked this one up purely on impulse, because there were a few copies of it displayed prominently in the library and so I figured it might be worth reading. I haven't gotten over the initial giddyness my library card engenders; any book is worth a look. Plus, I must admit, I judged it by its cover, and that was enough for me. The book centers around a middle aged British widower living in a quiet country village, sort of the last of the 'old guard.' He's surrounded by people who are more surface than substance, including his own offspring, a rather self-centered Roger. There is one bright spot, however: his friendship with the local Pakistani convenience shop owner. Like him, she enjoys literature and a good cup of tea. However, the townspeople don't approve of their friendship and so a few difficulties are thrown in their path.

I enjoyed this book much more than I expected to. The characters are all well drawn, and the author has a high enough opinion of the reader that she leaves much to nuance, rather than spelling it out. We area able to sympathize with almost every character, even as we find them to be horribly wrong or cruelly ignorant. The Major himself is not without fault; but he at least is endowed with a sense of dry politeness that never fails him.  I highly recommend this book for some late summer reading. Perfect for a visit to England, even if you never leave home.


Gaudy Night by Dorothy Sayers: Now I've been a fan of Sayers for some time, probably since the first time I picked up one of her books for a quarter at a local library sale. No one spins a plot better than she; I am almost always surprised by the denouement, and I also enjoy her characters a great deal. But Gaudy Night is something more special still. It's set at Oxford, in a fabricated women's school, and has the distinction of being one of the few mysteries I've enjoyed where not a single soul bites the bullet. There are shenanigans galore, but no one gets seriously injured or hurt.

I would highly recommend all three of these books, depending on what takes your fancy. Happy Reading!

What good books have you read lately? I'd love to know.

Red and Blue


Is this bright enough to make your eyeballs bleed or what? I like to call this 'my red phase.'

You are allowed to hope it's a short one.

Looking Up - Fire Escape



I was about 20 when I had a friend who introduced me to the joys of looking up.

"Look around," he said. "See all the other people on the street? How many of them are looking up? Will ever look up? Most people only ever look at what's directly in their path, if that."

It's a moment I think back to frequently, because he was absolutely right. Much as we hate to admit our resemblance to scurrying ants, hastening to get our particular bit of the leaf back to the nest, then go out and get another back safely home as soon as we can, the simile is apt.

I like to think of myself as the wayward ant, because I look up quite often, and it's usually worth it. If you go to the top of the blog, there's a drop-down menu  called 'Categories.' It's not as well organized as I would like, and a lot of the older posts are not categorized, but since I started the system I've apparently logged 10 images (11 including this post) that I felt deserved the category 'looking up.'

You should try it too.