SFFD: San Francisco Fire Department

SFFD: San Francisco Fire Department

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

Magical Spots and Their Questions

Magical Spots and Their Questions

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

Golden Gate, C’mon Man!

Golden Gate, C’mon Man!

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!