Confesion del corazon

Dia 23 del proyecto
Valparaiso, Chile

To my beloved San Francisco,

I have missed you, my beautiful city on the bay. Your hills, fog, Victorian architecture, colorful streets and curious characters. I promised you my heart many years ago and you have faithfully kept it enamored.

My fair city, I have a confession to make. I have fallen in love with another city. It is not the first time my heart has been led astray. Barcelona captured my heart before you, with its hills and the sea. Architectural greats like Gaudi and artists like Miro. Friendly Catalonians who indulged my Spanish. Perhaps I should not be so surprised. These cities with their old, deep souls call out to me as I meander through their narrow streets. Rich stories emerge from a simple tag or worn cobblestones. 

Mountains and moose

15 days until the project begins

"I think we just passed a moose."

"Are you kidding? That was a deer. They don't have moose here and that animal was too skinny to be a moose." 

"It absolutely was a moose, and they do have them in Wyoming. Didn't you see the warning signs?"

It was a rather circuitous argument about a brown blur on the side of the road going through the Teton pass. My father and I had been in the car for about sixteen hours and still had another 30 minutes before we reached our destination in Teton Village. The silver lining was that the sun did not fully set until almost 10pm.

This is 30

80 days until the project begins

American culture has a distinct perspective on age. As kids, we cannot wait to grow up, wear great clothes, have older boyfriends and be the masters of our own universe. It is a short, rose-colored ideal, to be sure. As adults, we frantically try to reclaim our youth with miracle creams, younger boyfriends and avoiding the responsibility of managing universes. We seek to recreate that (perceived) better past self...ironically the one that couldn't wait for the future.