The next morning, our friend invited us to the building where he works in downtown San Diego for a special view-from-the-roof experience that he claimed was panoramic and photo worthy. Unfortunately, he didn’t warn us that in order to get up to said-rooftop, one was required to meander around steaming generators and climb a ridiculously... Continue Reading →
Southern Ground
I’m a city girl, that’s a given. I grew up in Manhattan in a 450-square-foot, 5th floor walk-up apartment and I wouldn’t trade that for anything. Most life-long New York kids grow up petrified of the country, the silence, the lack of light at nighttime, the space between things…we need dirty concrete under our feet... Continue Reading →