Light

When I used to drive back and forth between home and Berkeley, there is always an expanse of I-80 between Vacaville and Davis that's really what the Valley is about. I'm a sucker for clouds and sunsets in concert. It's the most poignant kind of light.



When I once had a date at Coit Tower, the boy refused to take pictures of people (namely, us together), and instead, was fixated on capturing the Bladerunner-like lighting around the Bay Bridge--an ominous red-black sky. But we didn't have a tripod, so this is what he got.



When I used to ride Amtrak a lot, every week I passed through Richmond and Crockett, where there are these old refineries from the early century. They are real fantasy worlds, and intriguing as alternative architecture.