Perspectives and pictures of things
Every time I see that little car in SF, I have so many questions
Perspective: Let people believe their truths
We all are the victor or the villain in someone’s story. Social media has seriously traumatized us into finding refuge from being wrong. Or we’re insolating ourselves into circles of people who no longer serve our growth because its comfortable. Subtweeting into a void of people who validate vague thoughts or phrases to feel better.
I’ve made this mistake before and carried my projections of social media perceptions into the real world only to hurt my own feelings by what I find offline. I still do it sometimes but only when I CHOOSE to continue a delusion that someone was more real to me than they were. One of the biggest takeaways I learned from the pandemic was to let people believe what they choose to. It’s a choice. It’s not foisted upon us by some great unknown.
It’s also not anyone else’s responsibility to be the bearer of bad news that no one else is to blame for that missed opportunities, missed bags, lost loves and alienated relationships but ourselves.
Let people have their day in the misshapen and uneven light of the sun. The heat will get under their skin eventually.
Practice photos
I started taking a photography class. Since I haven’t picked up a camera since college over 20 years ago, I’m not good but I’m starting to enjoy having my camera sometimes. Here are just a few of the photos I’ve taken since starting in February.
Laundry Mat and Coffee Shop
Third and Thornton San Francisco 2023
I was here for Gumbo Social’s opening and loved that this sign from the now closed liquor store was still there.
Free Range Flower Wine
Only the photo of the founder Aaliyah picking from her garden made it for the story about Free Range Flower wine .
She had a garden and was picking fruit for the charcuterie board that would go with the wine.
Juneteenth Parade Feb 2023
The jacket with the car seat in the back was telling a story here.
It’s my parents fault that I’m a sucker for pretty cars. Getting to see all these classics owned by Black men and women riding through the city streets was a sight to behold.
This was not a perfect pic and it’s blurry but I got the sentiment of the moment.
That time in a SF Juneteenth parade. My feet were getting tired towards the end of the route. A very tall boy in a loud shiny car offered me a ride. He offered a different ride later but never made good on that promise.
