American Analog: Manchester Mark
I met Mark on the corner of 6th and Mission. It was a foggy day and for some reason I kept bumping into people with guitars during my stroll. I stopped Mark to talk about his mandolin and snap some shots of Mark before he disappeared into back into the fog.
American Analog: Apple Picking
I happened to peek into one of those mobile command vehicles on Market St and noticed a Pac-Man image made out of magnets. I asked the officer inside about it and he said “Yeah, the last guy put that up. I don’t know, it’s kind of stupid.” We got talking about the command center, which […]
An army of high fives down Market St
It was an extra gloomy walk down Market Street this morning until I reached this Muni stop full of school kids cheering along every cyclist that came their way. Perfectly lined up along the bike path, the kids started reaching out their palms for some extreme high five action. Even the most serious bikers popped […]
Journey Into Anolog: BFFs
When picking up my latest batch of black and whites I noticed an unintentional trend… they all seem to pics of two friends hanging out. The two homeless dudes heckling the talented one-man-band-performer on Market, the drunk girls yelling “woooooooooo!” out the sun roof of a stretch limo, the guy and his dog that I […]