Week Eight

San Francisco.

This past weekend I took my mom to San Francisco. Every time I leave the forest, and the bubble that is Arcata, I go through this process where the first day I'm a overwhelmed by all the people and noises, the second day I'm a little uneasy, and the third day I want to stay forever. There are so many characters, things to see and do, and so much diversity in San Francisco, and other larger cities. I miss this about living in a larger town.


Japanese Tea Garden.















California Blues Festival in Golden Gate Park.







These old people dancing made me very happy.
















In the Streets.





The Last Morning.