Carlton, Hilton, Wires
Jackson Street 3
sometimes pictures make my heart ache with longing. the tens has a talent for taking such pictures. just a building and a telephone pole and the warm glow of the slowly setting sun in the still blue sky over san francisco. intersecting lines. parallel lines. love.
Late November from the Bay Bridge
in my heart, late november will always look exactly like this. the wash of pastels in the sky, the cool grey of the bridge and the buildings; I can almost feel the crispness in the air. there’s no place like home. <3