landscape photography

Lake Merced: A Certain Kind of Morning

Lake Merced, near the southern boundary of San Francisco, one morning of Thanksgiving weekend. Fog in, out, in, out again. It was a certain kind of morning that urged a certain timeless treatment of the images … or at least, a treatment evoking an earlier time in photography’s history. Strangest and most wonderful to me were the tall unfamiliar rooftops rising in the melting fog. In their stairstepping vagueness they seemed like something from an ancient civilization.


Yes Virginia, There Is Autumn in San Francisco

This is in Golden Gate Park. I could be more specific, but then it would be over-run with awestruck visitors. Although, to be honest, this sits at the edge of an already-popular spot…