What am I thinking?
I am thinking of love, of course.
I am thinking of my family, many of whom are my friends.
I am thinking of my friends, many of whom are family.
And of course, I am thinking of my dog. I always think of my dog.
Taylor. Continue reading SFFD: San Francisco Fire Department
The cypress trees held a magical gaze amidst a cool breeze as the light faded into the night. The sunset in the distance was masked by a thick fog, it’s bright colours muted above a once bright blue sea peeking into various dark and light grey clouds. Continue reading Magical Spots and Their Questions
Funny how what comes around goes around. In July of 2017, I knew I would be moving back to Chicago, … Continue reading Leaving the Golden Gate
There is always a glimmer of hope. That’s what’s so great about the future. And that’s why I’m only posting pictures of Taylor, carrying a big stick. Continue reading The End Is Near
With a heavy commute from Sausalito to Mountain View, stopping on the side of the road can be the best thing to do to experience something magical. Continue reading Clouds Dancing
My balcony consistently brings me love. Rain or shine, it never disappoints. I have six days left here. And with … Continue reading Rain or Shine on a Sunny Day
I’m staring at Alcatraz challenging it to stare back, while the moon stares at the back of my head. It’s 5:54 AM on a brisk 48 degree Saturday morning. I’d fallen asleep by 10:00 PM, a far cry from my younger days of starting my night at that time. At 3:30 AM, I was awake and by 4:47 AM, I decided that I wanted to accompany Alcatraz and Fort Mason while they watched the sunrise. Continue reading A Morning with the Rock
There are so many things to do in the Bay Area. With just a weekend, you could either experience San Francisco, or you could experience what’s outside San Francisco. I would now opt for the latter. Continue reading Two Nights in the Bay Area
The reformed cowboy turned hippy calls after his old black Lab mix, slowly making his way across my line of sight, tired and longing for home as his master beckons for him. He was dressed in all-cream-white linen pants and vest, a crisp brilliant white shirt and bolo underneath it, the suede tan of his cowboy boots providing a stark contrast to, not only his attire, but his long, grey-white braided hair growing from the middle of the back of his head, his long wispy goatee complementing it. He was a sight for sure. Continue reading Golden Gate, C’mon Man!
Sausalito will always be one of my favourite places on the planet. For my friends who want to venture into … Continue reading Want a Weekend in Sausalito?
Secret of My SucCecil 