I absolutely hate having to back up my hard drive. I get short of breath just thinking about it. On the upside, it always gives me an opportunity to look back at archives of old photos, and reflect.
Below are some photos from a day wandering around San Francisco with my big brother, back in November 2007.
I remember being very grateful to have a big brother who loved me very much.
I remember being very displeased with my eyebrows, and my hair. I remember hating having to wear glasses to read street signs clearly, and believing I repelled men when I wore them. So, whenever I didn't have to read street signs, I pushed my glasses up above my head and tried to look friendly and approachable.
There was fog everywhere, and it was chilly. I remember laughing and laughing and laughing as we walked all over the city. But the more I saw, the lonelier I felt.
Life was full of listless longing at the time. It was a kind of curious emptiness that took a great deal of self-reflection and patience to overcome.
These days I see the fog, but feel none of the melancholy.
