Did I mention I live in Portland now? I do. It's been complicated-- these past few years. I suppose the moving started two years ago. First it was every month or so I'd come up to work or visit. Then last year I essentially lived here but all of my stuff was back in San Francisco. And then on the second day of this year, all of my stuff came up, too.
And even with all of this time to transition, I'm still getting used to it. I'm finding my spots, how to get around without a car (except when dear friends give rides/let me borrow theirs *insertthankfulhandemoji*), working from home. I'm slowly putting a home together, filling it with all of the green life I can find for cheap.
But more on that later. These photos are from late last summer (October is still considered summer back home). I'd just gotten back from Europe, was about to head to Mexico, and needed to get my film developed before I left the next day. So David and I went to one of my favorite spots during my favorite time: the pier at golden hour.
I'm still figuring out this whole film thing. I have my dad's old Minolta and I usually shoot with a prayer that everything will turn out. I'm glad it did this time. Now I want to blow them up and frame them so I can have pictures of home in my new home. That'd be something, wouldn't it?
I'm so excited to have found and photographed Linda's shop, Yonder. It's in my sweet little hometown and curates a collection of some stunning, ocean-inspired pieces. (Srsly, I'll take one of everything, please.) I'm even more excited that these photos, my post, and my hometown are featured over on Sfgirlbybay!
It brings me so much joy to kick off the new year with this post (it's still considered new year, right?) for several reasons:
1. they include our besties Kyle and Mel
2. they're taken in our beloved hometown
3. they are stunning
I know I'm not supposed to get emotional until their wedding in October, but it feels like just yesterday that they'd just returned from their high school class trip to Germany and David suspiciously told me that "Kyle and Melanie spent a lot of time together." And here we are now.
Big, enormous congratulations to these two. We couldn't be more excited for them.
PS - I've updated my wedding and engagement pages for any of you lovebirds who got engaged over the holidays!
It's interesting to realize that you can go your entire life living somewhere without knowing one of its greatest treasures. I grew up in Pacifica but had no idea what type of fish the fishermen caught on the pier-- let alone that you could go crabbing.
We went one Sunday afternoon. We had, quite possibly, the most inadequate equipment you could use for crabbing but the kind strangers around us gave us tips and even helped get everything set up (you know, like putting the line on the reel). There was one woman who was out there for the first time with her big brother and she was catching fish left and right.
There were two things that I loved the most: first, the community. Even though we had no idea what we were doing and even though we were technically "competition," there were so many people who wanted to help and show us the best way to do everything. They told us that the rod could be better and that the fishing line was too thick ("What were you planning to catch, a whale?"). This and many other gestures of kindness, just because.
Second, the time of day. I've been resentful of the early sunset for the past couple of months but I've never appreciated it more than that Sunday. We came out when it was still bright and even though we were only there for a few hours, we watched golden hour turn into the most vivid sunset on the Pacific.
These pictures aren't enough. It doesn't even matter that we didn't catch a single crab. It was perfect.
I often think about my pre-blog life and secretly beat myself up for not writing things down, for not taking photos, for not taking the time to make sure I remember.
And then I found these photos from my 2007 archives, about a month or so after I first bought my camera. I don't remember why we came here, only that we did. I have vague memories of us harmonizing to "The Only Gay Eskimo." I didn't really know how my camera worked-- I just set everything to AUTO and snapped when it felt right.
But I love these photos and how they look, unedited. I look at them and feel surprised that something so beautiful came from me before I knew anything about cameras.
And then I remember that this isn't my work at all-- it's nature in all its own glory.