Anyone who knows me personally will vouch for my spontaneity. It seems to be a reoccurring theme in my life, especially when it comes to moving and traveling. My recent trip to SF was no exception to the tendency. With hardly any advance, I suggested to my girlfriend and best friend that we send it to San Francisco to stay at my sister’s place for a few weeks. They both said yes without hesitation. (Life works out nicely when you surround yourself with people as impulsive as you are)
We were nonstop the entire time, taking advantage of everything we could. Instead of going into details, I'm going to let the photographs tell some of the stories. I left my digital gear at home and shot the entire trip on 35mm film. (Portra 400, for those wondering).
After living in the Bay Area and now revisiting a few times, I fully understand where Tony Bennett was coming from when he wrote the song “I Left My Heart In San Francisco.” I feel it too. The diversity of the culture and the immensity of the landscapes diminish you, making you feel small and unimportant- but in the most liberating way. The Bay Area is truly a special place.
Thanks to my sister Tianna for hosting us, Booth and Morgan for joining me on this excursion, and to all of our California friends who connected with us on the journey.