As the 8th month, August is the Eminem of the calendar.
In the northern hemisphere, it’s also usually considered the last gasp summer. But weather doesn’t work that way in San Francisco. As the rest of the country packs up their slip and slides and thong songs, we unbox our feathered bikinis and peace pipes for the Indian Summer.
While busy working on both work and personal projects, I’ve enjoyed taking these weekend photos.
They need to invest in some Head & Shoulders brand paint.
Back door action.
St. Ignacius Church.
I just missed the rapture.
An ad classic.
Moped with skateboard seat.
Mondrian burglar-proof window.
We all have our hopes and desires.
I know there’s a zombie invasion going on, but please no permit parking.
No problem, I’ll just dump a bunch of pebbles right here.
The worst and only DMV in town.
In the name of love.
The incredible machine.
Sweaty car sack.
The amount of disassembly to change a headlamp bulb.
Mind the gap.
A billionaire’s wind-catching phallus.
This will stop me.
High security and low security.
Lamp and tower.
The uncrowded floor of the Ferry Building.
The crowded floor.
Inside the Hyatt.
J trying to beat the waves to a secret beach.
Moss and rocks.
Now it’s time to fly to where the rains are.