snapshots from last year at the California State Fair

I finally had the chance to visit the fair again last Tuesday. My friends and I were kind of short on time, but we still managed to get the full state fair experience: long lines for sketch rides and funnel cake to the point of almost-regret.

another edited drawing from my upcoming project
Sometimes we run, sometimes we just go for a walk, sometimes we sit and chat. Almost always we awkwardly interact with strangers. And the sunset never disappoints. Many summer evenings well spent on this river.

picnicking in a ghost town

Editing pieces for fun in between drawing for my big project.
Here I took one of my drawings, made the lines transparent in Photoshop, and then layered it over different photos I’ve taken in San Francisco, which, as I hope you can guess, is the location of this particular home.

"What’s this one about?"

"Well, I was thinking, we don’t really have any photographs of us, and I thought this song could be, like, a photograph. Captures us in this moment in our lives together."

"I like our photograph. I can see you in it."

"I am."

Her, 2013

Sometimes you just need to drive to a foreign part of town and swim in a cold river until you feel better.

alph4q asked: your blog and photography skills are seriously incredible

Hey Sena! Wow, thank you so much! That’s really nice to hear.

Blues and greens from my most recent road trip along the Northern California coast.

Clockwise from top left: somewhere along Hwy 20, Eel River near Dyerville, Fern Canyon, Clear Lake.

"If I were to use one word to describe the trees here, it’d be majestic. And if someone wants to understand the word majestic, they should come here. Don’t you think, Mad?" 

says my mom, a wide grin on her face and a look of wonder in her eyes. Like a kid in a candy shop.

I’ll never get tired of exploring hidden places along the northern California coast, where the cool air clears your mind instantly, the horizon extends almost 180 degrees around you, and the people are scarce. Where it’s just you and the ocean.

Getting back on track.

So I’ve recently started running again with my mom.

This is probably just me, but I consider running to be a real challenge, as opposed to school or work. In the past it’s been sort of like a class I’d give up and get a B in. Not my strongest suit.

But I do it anyway, taking on the challenge day by day. And I realize, every morning—evening—midday—run, there comes a point when I know my legs will keep moving with or without me. If they could detach from my body altogether, keep their pace forever, they would. They keep moving on.

And at this point—my side cramping, my breath panting—my mind is faced with two options: I can let my troubles hinder me, fall back, lose whatever sliver of hope I have of finishing strong, or I can pick up the pace, get moving again, because my legs are kicking, because the clock is ticking.

snapshots from our camping trip to Humboldt Redwoods State Park

A typical summer afternoon adventure.

too tired to be productive
too awake to sleep

through with social media
through with conversation
can’t watch tv
can’t listen to music
so what’s left?
just me and the anxieties in my head
oh these are the evenings I dread