Weekly Photo Challenge: 2017 Favorites

This is my first photo challenge so be gentle.

This comes from Miriam Hurdle of The Shower of Blessings blog.

I don’t take many family photos; I tend to think of San Francisco as
my family.

I love the people, their kindness; that I can laugh with a stranger
on the bus.

Some of these photos were not taken this year but I don’t consider
a photo complete until I process it.

So these are a my favorites from the photos I processed in 2017.

I may already have posted a couple of these.

This is a shot of kids walking through Clarion Alley in San Francisco’s Mission
District.  It’s one of my favorite shots and I finished it this year, I think.

Kids take a short cut through Clarion Alleybetween Mission Street in Valencia in San Francisco
Kids taking on Clarion Alley

I love this mural. The artist seems to capture the essence of curiosity.

Detail from a Mural in San Francisco's Mission District. It depicts the face of a boy looking with curiosity at something in his hand

My favorite Hitchcock movie is The Birds.  It’s OTT but scary. This photo
is my tribute to The Birds. The title is a piece of dialogue spoken by a
drunk in a bar.

Digitally painted photograph of a flock of birds on a rooftop. The birds are a silhouette against a red, yellow and green background
It’s the End of the World

I found this in my 2011 archives a couple of weeks ago and realized I was
looking at a collaboration between strangers. By taking a photo I
joined the collaboration. It’s absolutely a favorite of 2017 and something
I’m still working on.

Photograph of a sticker of a pen drawing of a woman's face which someone splashed with red pain. Someone else added a left eye in glasses to her forehead.
Her Third Eye

I took this photo through the window of a United flight between Virginia and
San Francisco. There’s something poetic about it.  I recently posted a different edit as an illustration for a poem.

Digital painting of a purple, yellow and blue sunset as seen from a plane

Thanks for the visit!

All images (c) Rob Goldstein All Rights Reserved


from vanbytheriver


Scene: Thanksgiving Day. T minus 30 minutes.

The bronzed bird is resting on the counter, but you need the drippings to make the gravy.

The potatoes are boiling furiously, and you are waiting to drain some of that starchy cooking water into the pot for the gravy. (A tip you found long ago). The mashing tools are ready and waiting.

You have just rolled out the crescent rolls, which need a short time and little oven space. Good thing those candied sweet potatoes and extra casserole of stuffing are about finished.

The fresh cut green beans have been steamed, and are now in a skillet with butter and sliced almonds on the back burner.

You found out how delicious those fresh cranberries can be, and you made them the night before, while the second batch of pumpkin pies was baking. The first batch was set aside, since you forgot to…

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Faraway. Yet So Near. Yet So Far.

Happy Birthday Daddy 1940-1992

from the Looking for the Light Blog

Looking For The Light

The morning after you killed yourself we went to secure the house. I knew immediately you suffered slowly. Among the papers, trash and clothes I found your lock box. The divorce paperwork to my mother, every card I gave you as a child. I found the pad you were writing on. Your Bible on coffee table, dried tears as you read Job.

The note had 11:30 a.m. written in corner. I could see you called your best friend and the phone number to a suicide line. There were words and a drawing that made no sense. Granny paralyzed, crying, asking why. The house ransacked, not sure anything made sense to her.

Dirty dishes piled high, nothing in refrigerator, how did you live like this, how long? You phoned me several times in the months before your death. Delusional and highly paranoid each time. Someone was tapping your phone, they were trying…

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