It feels good to make things with your hands.
It’s been about 2 years since I’ve picked up the brushes and did a bit of oil. (Unfortunately, I used to post via the now deceased Posterous, so the images on that post are broken…)
My hands are still stained and reek a little, it’s a special kind of satisfaction one doesn’t get from pixel pushing.
They used to keep prisoners here.
Though now the only thing that’d get prisoned is your heart.
Your heart will belong to San Francisco.
You’ll have 100s of shots of the same bay, same bridge, same sky.
Yet, you’d never get tired of it.
Today, we went out as a team on a food tour of the San Francisco Mission District. There were gorgeous blue skies and great bites along the way. And, of course, I have complete weak knees for the roses.
Saturday, we set out to Tokyo, Japan.
And here I am coasting along this theme, I always want to remember how beautiful life is.
I keep repeating it to myself. It’s just so easy to forget.
I came home to vermillion tulips this Sunday.
I always want to remember how beautiful life is.
The purple ones will always be queen to me.
once upon many times, people asked me for photographs of my dwelling. and these are the kinds of photographs they get. :)