tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2598094593647610102024-03-08T01:21:57.538-08:00Mystical San Francisco PhotographyMystical Photography, San Francisco Chroniclehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08863431401638421841noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259809459364761010.post-41528619720103950812008-01-08T19:42:00.000-08:002008-01-08T19:46:47.895-08:00New Fenders on the Bay BridgeMystical Photography, San Francisco Chroniclehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08863431401638421841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259809459364761010.post-53830905759041164852007-07-09T14:17:00.000-07:002007-07-09T14:20:16.724-07:00Mr. Rogers<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cTf9Z2Drt1s/RpKmUhTHKRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6X1QF96l6y8/s1600-h/ARCH_KAILUA_0064bc_fl668x332.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cTf9Z2Drt1s/RpKmUhTHKRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6X1QF96l6y8/s400/ARCH_KAILUA_0064bc_fl668x332.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085309800720836882" /></a><br />Framed by a sand arch, 15-year-old Tyle Rogers of San Francisco tries his skills at skim boarding on Kailua Beach. What I'm noticing is what a small world it is on certain parts of the island: Tyle's sister, Tanya, made the turtle sand sculpture shown on my blog of 7/31. Tyle and Tanya's father Tracy (notice the theme of names that start with T) saw the blog and emailed me that both of his children took a sand sculpting class on Maui a few years ago and they've been making beautiful art in the sand ever since. I just happened to photograph both pieces on two different days at two different locations.Mystical Photography, San Francisco Chroniclehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08863431401638421841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259809459364761010.post-45725460037401668112007-07-07T13:02:00.000-07:002007-07-07T13:06:49.058-07:00Fast Crowd<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cTf9Z2Drt1s/Ro_yDhTHKQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DE5avt4dIKo/s1600-h/FERRARI_0032a_fl413x500.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cTf9Z2Drt1s/Ro_yDhTHKQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DE5avt4dIKo/s400/FERRARI_0032a_fl413x500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084548646616639746" /></a><br />"Mama told me not to come" when hanging around the fast crowd. The parking attendant gently suggested that I park my Chevy some distance away from the Ferraris cued up for a rally out of the St. Francis Yacht Club. See video here at SFGate.com http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/blogs/photoblogfl/detail?entry_id=17800Mystical Photography, San Francisco Chroniclehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08863431401638421841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259809459364761010.post-10097410972394301472007-07-06T11:00:00.000-07:002007-07-06T11:10:56.831-07:00Beach Poetry<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cTf9Z2Drt1s/Ro6EvxTHKPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5bKwPDx-y-A/s1600-h/FORTBAKER_0132ab_fl333x500.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cTf9Z2Drt1s/Ro6EvxTHKPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5bKwPDx-y-A/s400/FORTBAKER_0132ab_fl333x500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084146985570085106" /></a><br />Seaweed, foam, pebble, plume artfully melded beauty where earthy treasure-trove. Taken at daybreak on a small beach at Fort Baker just under the Golden Gate Bridge on a very overcast foggy summer morning in San Francisco.Mystical Photography, San Francisco Chroniclehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08863431401638421841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259809459364761010.post-22210262280937089862007-07-05T21:28:00.001-07:002007-07-06T00:44:16.315-07:00Happy Hour<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cTf9Z2Drt1s/Ro3FdRTHKOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ulPUfjEkqdE/s1600-h/Dirty+Windows.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cTf9Z2Drt1s/Ro3FdRTHKOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ulPUfjEkqdE/s320/Dirty+Windows.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083936661021599970" /></a><br />The magic hour at sunrise can transform a scratched up warehouse window into a work of art. The Presidio is slowly evolving into classy playground - as it should - though many romantic artists worry that the past will be lost to the future. In general, photographers are old warehouse freaks. If they get a change to visit a junkyard during twilight, they call it "happy hour."Mystical Photography, San Francisco Chroniclehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08863431401638421841noreply@blogger.com0