I’ve been in the middle of a re-branding and I found these pictures way deep in the recesses of my google photos account. 

This is from when I attended San Francisco State University for Fine Art photography in 2008. It was the first time I moved away from home, young, stupid and incredibly naive. My first digital camera was a d70 and a kit lens, but I brought that thing everywhere.

I lived in a bottom floor 2 bedroom flat on the corner 18th Street and Mission, the perfect spot for the four of us babies. We spent all our time together, roaming around San Francisco, drinking cheap beer and going to Dolores Park everyday. Those were the halcyon days, I only lived there for two years before I moved down to Oceanside (for a stupid boy who wasted my time), but I look back on those days fondly. I don’t see these beautiful ladies as much as I  like, I left the city way too soon and I think my regret tainted my relationships. But that’s life right? Sometimes you make stupid huge moves for the wrong reasons. I think, I wasn’t mature enough to exist there and succeed– and it was a beautiful place during a beautiful time when the city was vibrant, weird and full of artists. 

I remember getting ready for work and listening to the bus stop right out our window. The city was never quiet, but sometimes the noise was breathtaking – moving back to the silent country hills of Vista was so starkly different.