Tuesday, April 4, 2017
More Zaz
The bureau had not checked in on the career of Zaz for quite some time, but recently we followed a link from a French food blog and discovered that in 2014, she released an album of songs about Paris that was executive produced by Quincy Jones. The performances and the songs are great and there are videos of several of them on You Tube. Enjoy!
Sunday, March 12, 2017
Wednesday, December 28, 2016
Monday, October 31, 2016
After The Rain, The Sun
These were taken in front of the Legion of Honor.
These were taken from the bureau.
Monday, October 17, 2016
October 2016
Yes, I've been AWOL but I'm back. Maybe it was a case of Election Seasonal Disorder. We'll start with a cheerful fire plug at Crissy Field.
This is Osha, a good Thai restaurant on Valencia St. with an interesting decor choice.
Stop!
The Venus de Milo of Mission St. I find the steel arm socket oddly disturbing.
Fetish object on Mission St. I think the chain is both a fetish ajunct and an anti-theft device.
This is from a beautiful show by the Swedish artist Cecilia Edefalk that was recently at The Berkeley Art Museum (BAMPFA).
A family in Berkeley taken from a cafe in the Berkeley Art Museum.
A detail from a painting by Alexander Calder in the Berkeley Art Museum.
Once more, steamroller assisted printing.
Archeology on Ocean Beach.
This is Osha, a good Thai restaurant on Valencia St. with an interesting decor choice.
Stop!
The Venus de Milo of Mission St. I find the steel arm socket oddly disturbing.
Fetish object on Mission St. I think the chain is both a fetish ajunct and an anti-theft device.
This is from a beautiful show by the Swedish artist Cecilia Edefalk that was recently at The Berkeley Art Museum (BAMPFA).
A family in Berkeley taken from a cafe in the Berkeley Art Museum.
A detail from a painting by Alexander Calder in the Berkeley Art Museum.
Once more, steamroller assisted printing.
Archeology on Ocean Beach.
Monday, August 29, 2016
iPhone Photography
Madame Le Chef and I finally joined the 21st Century and got iPhones. One advantage of having waited so long is that the phones have pretty good cameras. There's no optical zoom and the digital "zoom" is an abomination but otherwise it takes decent pictures and it's usually with you. Here's a selection of recent snaps.
Crab.
Roosevelt tamales, sadly closed.
Grey day.
Bridesmaids at the Legion of Honor.
Big duck in the suburbs.
Classic on Lundys.
Hauler!
Burning Man time.
Big insect.
Contrail.
Crab.
Friday, July 29, 2016
Olema
Over the years I have posted lots of pictures of Ocean Beach on this blog. It's very picture-worthy and only a half hour car ride from the bureau. Sometimes, however, it's good to get a different vantage point on the mighty Pacific. A couple of weeks ago Madame Le Chef and I rented a cottage for two nights in the tiny town of Olema. We were celebrating our anniversary. The cottage was a short walk from the celebrated (but badly named) restaurant Sir and Star. We had an excellent dinner there and didn't have to drive afterwords. Our cottage had a very interesting statue just outside in case we needed help finding our way home.
Earlier that day we had driven out to Drake's Beach. As transported Easterners it still amazes us that you can get to beautiful, sparsely populated beaches just by driving 90 minutes or two hours out of San Francisco.
On the drive back to Olema we stopped to visit a very small cemetery situated on a low hill in the middle of a cow pasture. It contained the graves of sailors who manned a life saving station in the later decades of the 19th Century. The waters off Point Reyes were very dangerous and there were many shipwrecks. All the sailors were immigrants.
If you stepped carefully over the cow pies, the low hill also provided an excellent opportunity to get an other perspective on Drake's Bay.
The previous night we had come upon this shrine while taking a post dinner walk around the town of Point Reyes Station, which is several times the size of Olema (no great feat) and a couple of miles away. We enjoyed the merging of the nautical and the sacred.
Earlier that day we had driven out to Drake's Beach. As transported Easterners it still amazes us that you can get to beautiful, sparsely populated beaches just by driving 90 minutes or two hours out of San Francisco.
On the drive back to Olema we stopped to visit a very small cemetery situated on a low hill in the middle of a cow pasture. It contained the graves of sailors who manned a life saving station in the later decades of the 19th Century. The waters off Point Reyes were very dangerous and there were many shipwrecks. All the sailors were immigrants.
If you stepped carefully over the cow pies, the low hill also provided an excellent opportunity to get an other perspective on Drake's Bay.
The previous night we had come upon this shrine while taking a post dinner walk around the town of Point Reyes Station, which is several times the size of Olema (no great feat) and a couple of miles away. We enjoyed the merging of the nautical and the sacred.
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