Work has sucked me into its clutches. The past seven days have had as many working hours as two normal working weeks. My brain is fried, my body tired, and my identity in limbo. I’ve also been unable to explore and take photos. But I hope someday soon, I’ll have some time to recollect myself and get back to blogging.

In the meantime, here are a few photos from the trenches.

Berkeley or China? Hard to know just by the photo.

Overlooking the East Bay.

Old car and flowers.

Urban garden.

Blooming artichokes.

Macaque.

Art car turtle line.

Pirate kite.

My styro plastic beach.

The fire escape by work.

Golden Gate Bridge and fog.

Gull.

Mr. Bing’s.

Cautionary colors.

Blanket in stairwell on Stockton.

This is what I’ve been asking myself all this week.

Wall.

Dragon.

Motorcyclist hauling his bike.

Colorful walls.

The view home on the one commute that involved daylight.

I’m pooped.