My BART: A Sort of Memoir about my Father

When my dad died in 1993, the BART Board of Directors sent a funeral flower wreath. It was in the shape of the BART logo. Really. A blue and white ba. My family was honored, but my cousins and I thought it was the ugliest thing we’d seen in a long time. Especially after my…

Have Camera, Will Photo 

I do a lot of street photography, primarily in San Francisco. I spend five days a week in the city, sometimes more, and I always stop if something catches my eye and attempt to photograph it in a way that conveys what I saw.  Somehow, without realizing it, I’ve gotten away from fine art and gotten…