I spent this past weekend in San Francisco for the San Francisco Within The Frame weekend workshop. After being stranded in San Francisco last December when my non-stop flight from Philadelphia to San Francisco diverted to Kansas City and caused me to miss my connection to Seoul and on to Yangon, it was really nice to be back in San Francisco intentionally.
In two days of intense learning, we discussed everything from basic to philosophic principles of photography. We learned and we laughed. We looked at, analyzed, and discussed a lot of photographs. At the very end of the workshop, the participants even critiqued some of my recent work from Lalibela. (It seemed only fair to turn the tables and let them have a hand at it.) It was a lot crammed into a weekend. And it was a really great group.
I’m told that San Francisco is suffering from a drought (that water is even rationed), but that certainly wasn’t the case this past weekend. It rained. Then it rained some more. And between rains, well, it rained to fill the gaps. And that was absolutely fine. We were inside most of the time — even by a rather nice firefor a bit. I thoroughly enjoyed it. It’s always a great pleasure to share time and thoughts with fellow photographers.
When we did venture out to photograph I found myself photographing the very colorful bark of a tree while tourists instead photographed cars sidewinding down famous Lombard Street. The tourists that came, clicked, and quickly disappeared were often a better story (to me) than that zig-zagging road itself, and a couple of times I did turn my camera towards them. (It’s always a good idea to at least look the other direction if everyone has their cameras pointed in the same direction.) Later we made it to the beach in order to just barely be able to see the Golden Gate Bridge. Perhaps I need to learn to pay more attention to what is happening around me when I photograph as a rogue wave soaked me. Three times!!! In fact, you can see in the photograph above that unless I’m on some kind of island (I’m not) that I just got hit by the surf. That’s OK. I ran to the surf when we got there without paying too much attention to where it might brake. The sound of waves as they brake so close to the shore is a sound that always brings me joy. I even recorded the waves (with my iPhone) before I began making any photographs. (That’s when the first wave got me.) The wind was pretty intense, too. We had the beach to ourselves.
I really enjoyed this weekend in San Francisco. I’m going to do it again. I want to bring these intense weekend-learning experiences to some other locations. I’m not sure to where yet, but there will be more weekend workshops. Want one to come to a location near you? Post below or send me an email and let me know where. I might just make it happen!