My life in Berkeley, California is small. I live up the hill from the law school; a 7 minute walk or a 5 minute sprint. And I live only between those two points. Except on Friday mornings, which is laundry day. Then, I drive down College Avenue to Diseasey Central (the washing machines have recently been in desperate need of cleaning).
Nonetheless, this smallness is one of the reasons I'm moving at the end of this week. It's hard to leave, as you'll understand, but the Berkeley Student Cooperative promises to be a horizon-expanding adventure.
These pictures detail the steps between my studio and the law school and the one major detour I've made this year: the Occupy protests.
|I watch the sun set from here|
|And watch bad drivers navigate this corner|
|And you can see the Golden Gate|
|The view from my path|
|The view from my porch|
|A Berkeley classic re-imagined|
|Occupy is a family affair|
|My iconic image from the Port of Oakland|