Our apartments in the foreground, with the Marin Headlands in the distance.
I saw this arrow affixed to a pole. So I walked back to take a picture.
I took a picture of Lewis Mitchell, my mentor, then one of the boiler room. Freaky double exposure happiness ensued.
Locker, boots, socks, apron, coveralls.
Mom's orchids.
Printed postcards, lying to dry.
Vandercook cylinder press with linocut in bed.
Trad'r Sam, an establishment that makes the Outer RIchmond richer indeed.
You wouldn't know it, but Micah's actually standing on Utah.