Mother of my children, people watching, San Francisco, CA. How do I love her? I would count the ways, but they’re countless, so all I can do instead is paste up confetti piece after confetti piece onto a pastiche-collage that will take me a lifetime to complete, and even then
Sunset over the Gate, the autumnal version, Berkeley, CA. This happens a handful of times a year, the sun behind the gate, on its northward and southward sweeps. Darn tootin’ my kids are going to know how special it is.