spaces

like a lot of people, i find myself easily lulled into routines and regular places to go. i found myself one windy afternoon with two friends i hadn't seen in awhile. We went to a neighborhood i normally don't find myself going to, called Bernal Heights in San Francisco. It's a hilly little neighborhood not too far from the mission district, with little shops, an independent bookstore and numerous coffee shops.

i liked looking at the colorful houses and the intricate gates.



i find myself still being fascinated by doorways and windows, locks and keys. i don't know why exactly. but i think it may be something about how certain spaces are public and others are kept private.



there are places we can all share, like a park or a coffee shop, a trolley car and sidewalks, these places we emerge and i see how we interact (or don't) with one another.