Surrender

Were I a journalist, I’d prefer not to write for the “society” pages, where the wealthy and beautiful show up week after week. The same sentiment keeps me from making the Golden Gate Bridge the subject of most of my art work and photographs. But sometimes, going through the archives, you just have to say “I surrender.” So today, a picture from Baker Beach on an October morning three years back. San Francisco being what it is, weather-wise, this could have been almost any morning in any month. O! how we suffer from the lack of climate extremes!

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Hopper Light

I’ve always loved the way that light was seen, and depicted, by the American painter Edward Hopper (1882-1967). Sometimes, as I’m out and about in an urban setting, I find instances where life imitates his art. In particular, the ubiquitous stucco walls in my area of San Francisco are a perfect surface for the flat planes of light I see in his work, and the diffusing ocean mist also doesn’t hurt. Here are three images, unabashed homages, that I’ve made over the years: “Hopper Morning,” “Apartments at Sunset,” and “Night Entrance.”