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San Fran trip, April ‘12

San Fran trip, April ‘12

Silver Lake, Los Angeles.

Silver Lake, Los Angeles.

The Getty, Los Angeles.

The Getty, Los Angeles.

I was on my way to work early one morning when I happened to look up, and what I saw made me gasp audibly: a small girl no more than five or six years old, curled up in her window frame on a summer morning with a book. My brain barely had time to process what I was seeing before I was already composing the shot, this simple moment in time - easily one of my most cherished photos to date.

I was on my way to work early one morning when I happened to look up, and what I saw made me gasp audibly: a small girl no more than five or six years old, curled up in her window frame on a summer morning with a book. My brain barely had time to process what I was seeing before I was already composing the shot, this simple moment in time - easily one of my most cherished photos to date.

I’m up, up, up. I should be sleeping, but all I can think about is when my next chance to get out of the city will be. I need to get away.

I’m up, up, up. I should be sleeping, but all I can think about is when my next chance to get out of the city will be. I need to get away.

Once I found out that the Empire State Building was open until 2 AM, I knew I had to go. And really, what better time than within the first 30 minutes of turning 27, with imthecatman by my side on a beautiful summer night?
(Taken with my Canon Rebel 2000)

Once I found out that the Empire State Building was open until 2 AM, I knew I had to go. And really, what better time than within the first 30 minutes of turning 27, with imthecatman by my side on a beautiful summer night?

(Taken with my Canon Rebel 2000)

My beautiful mama <3

My beautiful mama <3

I found this man-made wind chime on the beach today, took a million pictures of it, and then begged imthecatman to bring it home with us. In the end, the possibility of parasites living in the seaweed conquered all and I left my sweet beach find behind… :(

P.S. Please take note of the tiny bicycle reflector. Subtle yet so poignant.

San Fran trip, April &#8216;12

San Fran trip, April ‘12

Silver Lake, Los Angeles.

Silver Lake, Los Angeles.

The Getty, Los Angeles.

The Getty, Los Angeles.

I was on my way to work early one morning when I happened to look up, and what I saw made me gasp audibly: a small girl no more than five or six years old, curled up in her window frame on a summer morning with a book. My brain barely had time to process what I was seeing before I was already composing the shot, this simple moment in time - easily one of my most cherished photos to date.

I was on my way to work early one morning when I happened to look up, and what I saw made me gasp audibly: a small girl no more than five or six years old, curled up in her window frame on a summer morning with a book. My brain barely had time to process what I was seeing before I was already composing the shot, this simple moment in time - easily one of my most cherished photos to date.

I&#8217;m up, up, up. I should be sleeping, but all I can think about is when my next chance to get out of the city will be. I need to get away.

I’m up, up, up. I should be sleeping, but all I can think about is when my next chance to get out of the city will be. I need to get away.

Once I found out that the Empire State Building was open until 2 AM, I knew I had to go. And really, what better time than within the first 30 minutes of turning 27, with imthecatman by my side on a beautiful summer night?
(Taken with my Canon Rebel 2000)

Once I found out that the Empire State Building was open until 2 AM, I knew I had to go. And really, what better time than within the first 30 minutes of turning 27, with imthecatman by my side on a beautiful summer night?

(Taken with my Canon Rebel 2000)

Oh hay, girlfriend.

Oh hay, girlfriend.

Some new things up on 35(mm)inutes!

Some new things up on 35(mm)inutes!

Paws crossed.

Paws crossed.

My beautiful mama &lt;3

My beautiful mama <3

I found this man-made wind chime on the beach today, took a million pictures of it, and then begged imthecatman to bring it home with us. In the end, the possibility of parasites living in the seaweed conquered all and I left my sweet beach find behind… :(

P.S. Please take note of the tiny bicycle reflector. Subtle yet so poignant.

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