Ode to San Francisco

I’ve been living in San Francisco now nearly half my life and find The City to be just as beautiful, amazing and inspiring to me now as it was when I came for my first visit at the age of 14. I ended up moving to The City four years later and have been living and progressing here ever since.  

To be honest, I can’t really picture myself living anyplace else.  I’ve paid some dues to live in this town.  I’m talking about arriving with next to nothing but a dream, sleeping on dirty floors and in sketchy drug and roach infested hotels deep in the heart of the Tenderloin -- the city’s armpit, doing whatever necessary just to survive.  San Francisco is in my blood.   

You should see me out on the streets.  I look like the biggest tourist out there: camera slung around my neck, looking around as if I’m lost, silly tourist grin on my face (those of you that live here know the grin I’m talking about), the whole nine.   I really throw folks a curveball when they pass me off as a tourist then see the blaring Ferry Building tattoo I have on my forearm, complete with seagulls and fog, depicting a platinum San Francisco day.

The photos below come from a recent outing along the Embarcadero, one of my favorite parts of town.  

Special thanks to SFist and Fecalface.com for the recent linkage. I also just found out that some City Guides book is going to use one of my photos in an upcoming San Francisco edition, slated for release mid-June.  Stoked on that.

Enjoy.

Travis

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