Dawn climbs over the horizon.
Approaching the east coast.
Inside the United Terminal at Dulles, Washington DC.
Must be a tribute to Jefferson Airplane.
Paul made this all possible out of his frequent flier miles, which I know he has better things to do with. My thanks to him for putting me on the other side of the continent, and for the time he spent with me.
The world. Do Not Touch!
Outside Wells Fargo.
I’ve never seen anything like this before.
A Keith Haring sculpture. I felt like I was back in New York City.
Maybe I am back in New York.
Seriously. San Francisco or New York City?
There seems to be a lot of public art about the place.
Ironically, shortly after my return, I passed this place on Lexington Ave. in Manhattan NY.
Up through this spring, I had never been on an airborne plane. Most of the people I know seem incredulous when I tell them of this fact, wondering what sort of backwater enclave I must hail from. Believe it or not, I’m the product of the New York suburbs, out in the middle of Long Island.
While going other places has value in and of itself, one of the advantages to being near New York City is that the world literally comes to you. If you’ve never been to New York City, or if all you’ve seen of the city is the Disney District, you can’t really appreciate what I mean. People are almost dumbfounded however, when I tell them I’ve never been off the east coast, unless you consider Philadelphia not-an-east-coast-city.
So it was thus, when I found myself ordered to the airport and summoned to San Fransciso, at the behest of my friend Paul, who recently moved up in the world again, and has a very choice apartment in what appears to be the middle of everything.
Since this is a photoblog, and not a photoblab,…
The monorail! Advanced Rapid Transit (formerly Intermediate Capacity Transit System) technology from Bombardier! First stop on any trip out via JFK.
The all-important boarding pass.
Paul, Adam, James
I was honored by the reception at SFO.
The other one. (hat tip to Paul)
My stock went up just sitting at a table with these guys.
There’s a reason it’s called “The View”.
EDIT: According to Viza, we’ve been hoodwinked, it’s not a monorail.
There’s been unsurprisingly few photos since late last year. A few things have happened though that got recorded for posterity. From March until about mid-April…
The Elephant Walk. It’s the first time I’ve really felt let down by my camera.
It just wasn’t up to the task of photographing moving circus animals at night.
Anyone know what this is?
Do your domping somewhere else!
This is basically what our society has come down to as well.
Larry gave a vizalin performance in mid-April.
