Whether It’s Cold
or Whether It’s Hot
Read the Evening Outlook
Weather or Not

Whether It’s Cold
or Whether It’s Hot
Read the Evening Outlook
Weather or Not

At anchor, Belvedere Cove-

The wind was ripping through Paradise Cove, so we bailed to search for a more suitable anchorage.  After Angel Island proved not much better, we approached Belvedere Cove with apprehension.

You just can’t beat watching the world go by sipping wine in view of million dollar homes and the San Francisco skyline.

At anchor, Belvedere Cove-

The wind was ripping through Paradise Cove, so we bailed to search for a more suitable anchorage. After Angel Island proved not much better, we approached Belvedere Cove with apprehension.

You just can’t beat watching the world go by sipping wine in view of million dollar homes and the San Francisco skyline.

I didn’t feel like cooking yesterday after a day sailing. One number one later, with onions, the fact that I had passed on a chocolate shake hung over me like a dark cloud.

So we went to Foster’s Freeze and each had a small, dipped half-and-half cone.

I suppose that sometimes you have to live a little.  But I should go run or something.

I didn’t feel like cooking yesterday after a day sailing. One number one later, with onions, the fact that I had passed on a chocolate shake hung over me like a dark cloud.

So we went to Foster’s Freeze and each had a small, dipped half-and-half cone.

I suppose that sometimes you have to live a little. But I should go run or something.

The retouching/reprocessing/rediscovery project continues.

Gluttony in SF-

Last weekend’s foray into San Francisco highlighted two bars and one restaurant.

First up, tapas at Coqueta. The grilled octopus was yummy. So was everything else. Washed down with white sangria.

Next, to Epic Roasthouse because Waterbar was packed. Half bottle of premiere cru Chablis.

Then to TBD for dinner and beverage pairing.

Frankly, I could have stayed at Coqueta and continued to eat everything on their menu.

Alas, reality calls.

Granville Island Market, Vancouver-

All those old photos, all that hamstrung processing with one hand tied behind my back. But reprocessed with some capable software and viola.

Nice.

So, now, I have to go back and reprocess all my work; because now I can do it the way I wanted to do it originally but couldn’t.

Not that I have the time to do that.

Oh bother.

Now you, yes you, can order your very own framed prints of my work. Help a starving artist.

I just started uploading; if you have a favorite you want, just let me know an ill move it up my queue.

Point Bonita Lighthouse-

The thing about Point Bonita Lighthouse is that you can only get to it between 12:30 and 3:30, making any sort of golden hour, let alone, blue hour, photos impossible. So I’m left with images that I feel require a lot of work, particularly given the conditions—overcast and super windy—when both spare batteries were dead.

All I can think of after three hours of playing around in Zoner 15 is “franken-photo.” What I did to these images was not natural.

But it’s all I can do with limited talent.

I should probably go eat something for dinner now.

Trapped inside.

Trapped inside.