Bill E.

Bill E.
Location
ABQ, New Mexico, USA
Birthday
June 28
Title
Director
Company
melaleuca.com
Bio
Former TV weatherman, copier salesman, mortgage seller (no, it's not my fault), shoe salesman, bartender, cloud-seeder, writer, blackjack/craps dealer. California kid or, as some like to say, 'Native Son of the Golden West.' Reared in bucolic Santa Rosa along the banks of the S.R. Creek and a walnut orchard that separated the crick from our house. I was on the high school swim team (not very good). I attended Santa Rosa Jr. College and Sonoma State until my education was interrupted by the draft. So it was the Air Force and eventually Penn State and a career in TV until that dissipated. Messed around with the above odd jobs ending with the blackjack thing and then now - edgy retirement.

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MARCH 7, 2009 2:37PM

The City by the Bay in January

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On a recent trip to San Francisco I found myself in Golden Gate Park on three separate occasions. I'm glad I had my camera along.

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I love it when the bridge is partially obscured by fog.

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The oldest bar in San Francisco

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And then home

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Cool pixs. I'm glad you avoided the cliched shots of San Fran. It's refreshing to see things that have not been played out.

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Thanks Trudge. GG Park is a marvelous oasis, especially the botanical gardens, which seems to go on for miles. Then there's the Japanese Tea Garden right next door.
Wonderful photographs! Maybe I should be living there!
Great pics. I lived in Berkley for a summer during the slightly post golden age hippie era. It was great and crazy and I'm glad I am still alive.
Patricia, Kathy, thank you for the nice comments. That City has a lot of nostalgia about it. I can recall walking through the Haight-Ashbury on a summer day in 1968. I was in the Air Force at the time, so I probably stood out even more that the stoned guy with a 3-foot red afro who was fucking on a stoop in broad daylight. I will never forget those times, which look magical through the filter of my fairly fogged-up glasses. But I've always loved the Park.
Glorious pics! Thank you so much for sharing them and keeping my memories of a favorite city so alive.