I consider myself a storyteller. If you've known me long enough, you'll know how much I love stories. I have this compulsive tendency to create monumental anecdotes from the slightest occurrence, making Everests out of Big Bears if you will. Maybe I just like to imagine that my life isn't subjected to the mundane and every moment is worth noting, even all of those awkward moments when I find myself staring at my physique in the mirror. My life is a movie and I'm the star. Have you ever noticed that when you watch TV, the lead actor is smiling from merely walking to the corner? You know why right? It's because they have music playing in the background! I think I'm going to work on my life soundtrack. Photos after the break. *End of tangent*
For once, I'm going to refrain for telling a story. The storyteller has gone on vacation during the first third of this trip. This is what happens when Two South heads north (again). The details are in the pictures.
Location: San Francisco
Gear: D700, 50 1.4, D90, 17-55 2.8