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The True Artist

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The True Artist. Philadelphia, PA, U.S.A. April 2015. 

The True Artist. Philadelphia, PA, U.S.A. April 2015. 

As I was about to take this shot without a subject, Ayo unknowingly walked into frame. I asked him to stop, not move, and surprisingly he obliged a complete stranger. Thank you Ayo for making this photo complete! The installation was created by Bruce Nauman (1967) and reads:

The true artist helps the world by revealing mystic truths

I have to admit, I've run up the "Rocky Steps" a few times and never wanted to continue into the Philadelphia Museum of Art. I finally made the trip this weekend; why did I wait so long? Word to my friends - if you've already made it up the steps - the museum is worth the extra trek, don't be lazy!

Will Brake for Street Murals

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Brake It Down. San Francisco, CA. March 2015. 

Brake It Down. San Francisco, CA. March 2015. 

This mural caught my eye as I was walking in The Mission district of San Francisco yesterday because of the stark contrast between the two levels.  I love how the lettering sits perfectly between the plain and the colorful. The Mission is one of my favorite neighborhoods in the city because of the numerous works of public art on display. You cannot turn a corner without seeing a splash of color and lots of character.  This is just one of many I captured in my short stroll between a cafe and my BART stop. There will be more to come!

Mother's Rocking Chair

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Mother's Rocking Chair. San Diego, CA. March 2015. 

Mother's Rocking Chair. San Diego, CA. March 2015. 

Last year, my parents made the tough decision to sell our house in San Diego. It was the house my sister and I grew up in and a place we had called home since 1986. My mother put down new roots in a smaller house in San Diego and kept many family touches that make a house a home, including this rocking chair. My parents bought this chair for their tiny UC Santa Barbara "married student" apartment in 1980 shortly after my mother moved from Taipei to join my father while he was attending grad school. Two years later it was the rocking chair my mother sat in to care for me and many years later, my sister.  I have very fond memories of this chair am happy to report that my mother still uses it today.