Monterey

So, let's be clear a) I have a good vibes thing going on with Steinbeck and b) I saw a bunch of cool creatures without visiting the aquarium - a whale, sea otters, sea lions, pelicans and many other birds. I don't care for the extremely touristy vibe, but I care for a and b. Plus my new vintage green leather purse (the most hippie handbag I own now,  I suppose).

I mean, California is my jam. I so don't wanna admit it 'cos in I had imagined myself being all East Coast type... I wonder why?! There's no reason. Of course in all honesty I am a Northern European with Eastern European vibes who cannot say no to sunshine and enjoys practicing her Spanish (and underline how she used to live in Madrid). In case labelling is a thing. Well it surely must have been at sardine canneries, haha.. ha?! (I should be a comedian... eee.)

And I so love the "mess" sunshine creates in photos. I let it. It's intentional mess. Sorry, (photo) purists, not sorry.

Two hours. I also bought a miniature rubber chicken. Take me back to the ocean! (Side note: massive amount of different birds taking over the rocks; possibly not visible at all in those small photos.)

Week 48: Game

Listening: Lana Del Rey

On 1 Jan 2019 I sat down at my kitchen table. I took 52 pieces of yellow paper and wrote down 52 random words. I rolled them up and tucked away in a Belgian cookie tin with nuns on it. Every week I take out one word and shoot accordingly.

Fort Point

Why go over when you can go under. (Says no-one ever?) And for free! So, the very first thing I did in San Francisco was visiting Fort Point National Historic Site under the Golden Gate Bridge. Conveniently so they had a guided photo tour on Saturday morning and in my jet-lagged wonderfulness I also learned some things about San Francisco and California as well as got some nice photos, including the touristic "musts".

Considering how many people snap selfies near the bridge I was baffled to learn that I was the only person at the (free!) tour. All in all Fort Point wasn't very crowded. To be fair getting there did including climbing through a tunnel I would under normal circumstance avoid as it looked like it will take one to forbidden lands and I wasn't wearing my fight face (say what?!). :)

I am extremely pleased when I manage to do something seemingly very local while being a tourist to the max. The bus I took to Fort Point was foremost filled with men going fishing and weekend hikers. Several of whom knew each other as they take the same bus every Saturday morning. 

 Side note: some serious Spanish vibes under those arches. Not surprisingly.

All at sea. Not at all. (:

Week 47: Yellow

Listening: (Sandy) Alex G

On 1 Jan 2019 I sat down at my kitchen table. I took 52 pieces of yellow paper and wrote down 52 random words. I rolled them up and tucked away in a Belgian cookie tin with nuns on it. Every week I take out one word and shoot accordingly.

Coyote Story

No, there are no photos of coyotes in this post. Yes, that is unfortunate. Misleading clickbait headline for sure. (Bwahahahaaa.) But there are photos from Golden Gate Park in San Francisco, half of them from the Japanese Tea Garden. I had bigger plans, but I was sidetracked... by a this-must-be-some-weird-dog.

So, there I was, in the middle of the city in Golden Gate Park. Thinking of taking the smaller pathway in the hopes for some cool photos of trees and such. But then I saw a dog on the pathway and I was like yeah that's one weird dog. It's a fox! It's a wolf! What does one do when one sees a wolf? (blank) Where is the dog's owner?! I'm such a chicken. I am. So I took the bigger road leading away from the "dog" staring me. (I was bitten by a small dog as a kid. I take no risks... Don't you just love it when you can blame it on some abstract fragment from one's childhood?!)

Some days later I saw a similar "dog" as taxidermy at Oakland Museum of California (like one of the coolest museums ever, btw!) and learned that I had had a small staring contest with a coyote. Googled some and learned that's a thing. Coyotes hang around the city. Thankfully they don't eat human chickens. I find all that very exciting. I must have seen a coyote at some zoo in the past, maybe. And then of course there's the movie 'Coyote Ugly'. (?!?! Why?) That's about it.

So, how I really tell this story is that I had this instinct that warned me not to approach a wild animal, not that I am a chicken. And I learned that I don't take photos of strange dogs that I think will eat me. That's unfortunate.

Ps. Next time I wanna visit de Young museum for sure.