Tiltshift San Francisco
I spent a summer working in the Frisco during a very uncomfortable part of my life. It was unfamiliar, foggy, and I was over-worked and stressed. I flew home every weekend to Seattle, so I had no time to get to know the loathed SF: my weekday torture chamber.
But, then there was one weekend I did stay. Travis flew down and we explored. Somehow, it wasn’t foggy that weekend - it was downright gorgeous. We did everything, walked everywhere. As I settled into my hotel on Sunday night, bracing myself for going back to my miserable work-a-day situation, something inside me just snapped and I was determined go full-steam ahead in the direction I actually wanted to go, get the job I want, and stop being a big whiny waste of time. About 10 months later, I got my first job in advertising.
Thank you San Francisco. You have been terrible, beautiful, and my inspiration when I needed it most. And now you are also miniature.
