Where Do You Dream?

Recording old things. The plastic ring box that contains my grandmother's wedding band and ring along with an antique mini crab key charm from San Francisco's Fisherman's Wharf. 4x6 sketch.

San Francisco Columbus Street

Sometimes my sketchbook feels like an empty stage where I perform for no one but my own pleasure.

Columbus Street in San Francisco's North Beach, around the corner from Beach Blanket Babylon on Green Street. Started sketching the building and worked my way to the bottom of the page and saw my reflection in the coffeepot so I did another on the next page. Sort of an encore for myself.

San Francisco Ghiradelli

Dinner date at Ghiradelli Square. Whisper soft nothings, groom her feathers, free food, quick mating and the date is over.

San Francisco 9th/Brannon

I stopped to sketch this for the word URBAN and because there was a hole in the wall cafe with a convenient seat.

St Alms

San Francisco, Mission District. Dinner with cat, musician, artist and altar. Sketching while dinner was being prepared.

San Francisco Backyard Views

I like the views that can only be seen from someone's apartment. It's a "Rear Window" fetish.

Looking towards Potrero Hills from the South of Mission Area (SOMA) in San Francisco.

Wedding Cakery

Back porch of an exquisite caterer that creates the kind of wedding cakes that get photographed for magazines. We used to peek in through the front window, ooh and aahhh, sigh and dream of happy endings. Don't remember the name of the shop so the Wedding Cakery is just my title for the sketch. In my imagination, I see her married to an architect, with a 5 year old pixy daughter, maybe they own the orange tabby that sunbathes on the carport below. With cats it's usually the other way around. They own people.

South of Mission Area, San Francisco