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Post #65: Aurora

Post 65: Thoughts Concerning the Events of Aurora.

It’s a dark day for America. The events from Colorado yesterday are still so fresh, we’re only just starting to appreciate the scale of the horror and carnage.

In order to make sense of my emotions and my thoughts about this event, I just started writing this afternoon. Four hours later, I’m still here….

More and more, real life is touched by violence here in the US. On the roads, in the streets, at schools and workplaces, at places of entertainment and in homes. Unless it happens to you, it’s easily shrugged off as an acceptable part of life. ‘Collateral damage’, if you will. But I find it unacceptable.

Each day, I go to work, and I have to deal with trauma and victims and the outcome of violence. Every single day. And it eats at me inside. Just reading the summaries is descriptive enough to give me nightmares, and hearing the wailing of the victims in the waiting rooms really affects me. So in my non-professional life, I elect to fill it with happiness, love, warmth and connection. I steer clear of violent movies, TV shows, books and video games.

I firmly believe exposure to increasing levels of violence in popular culture is having a significant negative effect on people. People have become desensitised to violence. But this is not about finger pointing at the filmakers, studio execs, writers and game creators. This is a general observation that with each passing year, our entertainment becomes increasingly more violent. These platforms continue to push the boundaries of socially acceptable behaviour, and we adapt. The public eats it up, and demands more. More violence, more gore, more psychological warfare, more carnage. And as a consequence, the brutal acts that are committed by one human being upon another in real life continue to increase in horror. I see the product of this with my own eyes.

I don’t buy the excuse that violent movies or video games don’t influence people to commit violence upon another human being. I believe they do influence people, yet I don’t believe they’re the chief motivating factor that triggers violence. Outcomes in games or in movies don’t have consequences like they do in real life: you can’t hit ‘reboot’ or ‘rewind’ when you kill someone.

Real life is scary enough. You only have to open a newspaper or turn on the TV to see how prevalent violence is in our community. Yesterday, a 16-year-old was charged (as an adult) for the murder of a 23-month-old boy. And today? A 5-year-old was shot when a stray bullet from a drive-by pierced her neck.

How is this sort of behaviour acceptable?
How are we not talking about the problem with guns and people’s delight in using them to kill or wound others?
And the ease in which these instruments of death and destruction can be purchased or acquired?

Last night, I was struggling to process all of the information and anxiety I had about the events and the state of life. I saw the way what happened in Aurora affected Craig Ferguson, and felt exactly the same.

In the darkness of my small apartment, I shed tears for all of those families who will never again share the birthdays with their loved one or quarrel with them. They cannot hold their hand ever again and have it squeezed back. All they have is grief and silence and unanswered questions. And the ones that escaped, harmed by bullets or scarred by the memories, will have the events of that night seared onto their eyelids. I can only imagine the fear these victims felt as they realized the scale of the violence being perpetrated upon them. It will take days, months, years to resume a sense of normalcy, if ever.

But already in the hours since the event, there’s been a telling lack of interest in discussing the issues that are at the center of events such as this: issues like gun control and mental health. Things in this country aren’t going to change at all. The consumption of this event will only be matched when there’s an even bigger event, and then bigger, and bigger, ad nauseum. Tomorrow, life will move on and the carnage will have no lasting effect on the minds of most Americans. There will be no debate on gun laws because ignorant, ill-educated Americans (which seems to be the majority of them) will not tolerate the government impinging on their (misinterpreted) Second Amendment rights. And as a result of the lack of discussion, there will be no reforms. American life will continue to become more sadistic and cruel and violent.

I may not be a scholar on constitutional law, but I think if the citizens of the United States were a forward and progressive people, they would understand that life has changed since their beloved Constitution was written. The country has been settled, the days of Wild West days are over. It’s time to spell out the rights of the individual in 2012, and clarify that the Second Amendment no longer applies. I cannot see in a reasonable society that ordinary people require guns to protect themselves. But that’s not the ‘American Way’. The way they steadfastly resist change on so many levels on one hand, yet encourage new ideas and the entrepreneurial spirit of the individual on the other, is one aspect of the American psyche I will never understand.

I am not the first person to have a whinge about this, and I certainly won’t be the last. And you don’t have to agree with me. I am just hoping in the days to come that we can engage in active debate over issues like violence, gun control and mental health for the wellbeing and future of the nation that I currently call home.

UPDATE – Monday, 23 July:

Just read a great piece by another blogger, Kathy of  What Do I Know. It would seem I am not alone in thinking this way:

Sensible gun laws don’t prevent every death, but they do prevent most of them, as evidence in Europe and elsewhere makes overwhelmingly clear. And when there is a shooting spree in a country like Norway or Germany, people don’t hold vigils and then go on as before: they change the law, fix whatever loophole in the system allowed a nutter to gain access to weaponry capable of killing so many, so easily.

Post #64: A Week in Photos

Post #64: A Week In Photos

I’ve said it before, and no doubt, I’ll be revisiting this again. I love using Instagram. I love how accessible it is, and love that it makes me think about composition and light and aspect. I love how it inspires me to look for beauty in moments that would otherwise appear mundane. Also, I love using the filters that harken back to the days of film. Plenty of love all around for this app.

So here’s a few moments from my week (I’ll be truthful — it’s more like weeks) as shared on Instagram.

Rose trellis entryway. Laurel Heights, SF.

The Canadian and I took a culinary adventure out in the Inner Richmond, and we enjoyed walking through Laurel Heights to get there. A beautiful part of the world, albeit a little pricey for my blood. Nevertheless, it’s fun to explore.

Dock water and algae. Alameda, CA.

I took up an offer from a friend to spend the day out on the Bay on her mate’s boat. How could I say no?

The Bay Bridge and downtown SF.

… and what a marvellous day it turned out to be! Life on a boat. I should be doing this more often.

Some beautiful Victorians. The Panhandle, SF.

We’ve taken some long walks to Golden Gate Park and back, exploring Nopa, the Panhandle, Inner Richmond, the Avenues, Lower Haight and Japantown. Even on days when I’m feeling grumpy, just being outside exploring new streets and admiring the distinctive architecture found in San Francisco perks me up.

A Victorian row. The Panhandle, SF.

Flying the Levis flag: a local take on planters. Fulton Street, SF.

We passed on home on Fulton Street that had a hilarious take on planters. The one with the kinked leg on the end made me laugh out loud. Love the sense of humour.

Specialty’s. Montgomery Street Station, SF.

Deep ponderings at the bakery on a Tuesday morning. Who IS Rebecca?

Happy 4th! Even my pancakes get the patriotic treatment!

Even my pancakes get the patriotic treatment on the 4th of July. We ate them and listened to the boom of fireworks outside on the bay (and from the guy who lives opposite dropping them out the window).

Wall art. Lake Merritt Station, Oakland, CA.

I see these interesting tiles on the wall of the station each day. Mint green, and in need of a good wash. I dig them.

Like? Love? Hmmm….

I bought these sick sneakers from Loehman’s the other day. They’re comfy as hell, but the jury’s still out. I think they’re a little too flashy for me, My current Pumas don’t have laces. And I am lazy…

Typeface love. Near Aquatic Park, SF.

San Francisco is full of artists and designers, and people really care about typefaces. Anywhere else that may come across as wanky, but not here. It’s completely legit. Yet another reason I love it here. {group hug!}

A rare sunny summer day in San Francisco.

And last weekend, I was able to take a short break from my campaign work to get out in the warm sunshine on a rare fog-free Sunday in the city. It didn’t last too long, but long enough to enjoy. You can see the fog making an entrance over near Coit Tower on the right…

Photo Bomb

Do you use Instagram? I’d love to see the beautiful moments of your life. Follow me at @TheRebeccaProject.

Post #63: The Romanticism of the English Countryside

Post #63: The Romanticism of the English Countryside.

Last month I wrote about giving up cable TV, and how well it’s worked for us. We’ve become far more discerning about what we watch and when we view programs. If you follow me on Twitter, you’ll no doubt have heard me mention one of my favourite shows to watch on Netflix — Midsomer Murders.

Midsomer Murders runs on its own time: the slow, unhurried pace of provincial England. Episodes are 90 minutes long, leaving plenty of the cream of the storyline that would otherwise be cut from their flashy American counterparts. The series is set in the fictional English county of Midsomer (which is as much of a crime capital as Mt Thomas in Blue Heelers), and is filmed in and around Buckinghamshire and Southern Oxfordshire. Not every episode is brilliant, but there’s a perfect amount of wit and character development to keep you interested and queueing up the next episode.

Rural idyll

[Source: Slow Lane Life]

There’s a certain quality to the dialogue, the setting and the behaviour of the characters that you couldn’t find anywhere but England. So the American and I have been seriously discussing a short journey there, to live there for a few months in a country village much like the fictional Causton.

We would get to know the locals — the baker, the publican, the butcher.
We’d avidly read the local rag for gossip and tsk-tsk with the locals over the state of today’s youth.
Afternoon tea would mean a cuppa tea (with milk and sugar), served in fine china cups with matching saucers.
Accompanying the witty conversation of local ladies would be scones with jam and cream.
We’d wear woollen jackets and hunting caps and wellies.
We’d spend our afternoons hillwalking with our golden retriever to long-abandoned abbeys.
We’d enjoy evenings down at the local pub drinking warm British beer, hob-nobbing with the characters who are in their element after dark.
We’d warm ourselves by the peat-burning open fire.
On home from town, we’d pass sheep grazing in lush paddocks.
We would spend our weekends watching cricket or partaking in some badminton or landscape painting classes.

Nothing like watching a game of cricket on a Sunday afternoon…

[Source: East Rainton Cricket Club]

There’s so much I’ve read and seen of the English countryside, that to live there I would imagine would feel almost a homecoming of sorts. Back to the Motherland. But I realise that my nostalgia is for an England that no longer exists — the England of my imagination as described by Austen and Wordsworth and Dickens and Shakespeare and Byron and the Brontes. There is no actual Midsomer, but that doesn’t matter to me. It’s such a beautiful place in my mind, it couldn’t possibly all exist in real life.

I love that Midsomer Murders continues the romanticism of the English countryside for me, portraying a calmness and simplicity of life in serene surroundings that the characters actively appreciate. I hope one day we’re able to spend some time there to experience it in person.

Post #62: Swan Song

Post #62: Swan Song

I have been rather quiet of late for I have been assigned a task that doesn’t sound bad, but one that has sucked the vigour and hours upon hours from my lifeless body. I’ve been slaving working away at updating the campaign lists for a forthcoming political function. It’s going to be a great event, but most fail to appreciate just how much work goes into events. Afterwards, I always end up feeling shortchanged. Guaranteed.

If there’s one thing I learned about political campaigns is that your list/s are as valuable as gold. A well curated (and current) list can make or break a campaign. But the actual process of compiling and updating and creating campaign lists is incredibly dull. As in poke-your-eyeballs-out dull. But because these lists are important (and because I’m getting paid), they get done. And because I am running things, they get done well. I can stand tall and be confident in the integrity of these lists.

Beautiful, time-consuming chaos.

Being the keeper of the lists has perks: I’m one of the first people to hear that others are running for office. I get wonderful phone calls where people declare that I’m “integral” to their campaign.
Oh, really?

“And would you help us spread the word of our campaign to those on your contact list?”
Perhaps.
“Better yet, why don’t you give me your lists and we can just mail them out information about us directly?”
Nice try, but no.

I even had one bottle blonde-haired upstart call me and tell me that she wanted all of my lists. Bottle Blonde had declared that my candidate had given the green light for me to give Bottle Blonde all of our lists. A simple phone call to the Candidate proved this to be entirely false. But she had balls for trying.

So that’s what I’ve spent whole days and nights doing this week, and that is how I’ll be spending all of this weekend. I’m editing these lists to make them into a thing of wonder, and damn it, because it’s the last time I’ll be doing this. I am looking forward to the end of August to bow out of my political career on a high.

Top 11 Things to See in San Francisco

San Francisco is a beautiful, diverse and fascinating city to explore. I have been living in the area for over four years now, and I am still exploring new areas and seeing new things. But most visitors don’t have weeks or months (or even years!) to spend here. So if you’re only stopping by San Francisco for a quick visit, there are certain things you need to see, or at least attempt to see. And for the love of all that is dear, PLEASE BRING A JACKET! No matter how lovely the day looks, you will be cold. Trust me on this one.

It is not unusual to be dressed like this in the middle of summer in the city.

It is not unusual to be dressed like this in the middle of summer in the city.

Here’s my idea of the top 11 things you need to see to say you’ve “done” San Francisco:

1. The Golden Gate Bridge

The Golden Gate Bridge is an icon. When you see a photo of the ‘International Orange’ coloured bridge, you know instantly where in the world you can find it. The Golden Gate Bridge IS San Francisco.

Connecting San Francisco with Marin County, the Golden Gate Bridge was officially opened in 1937 and celebrated its 75th birthday in May of 2012. Should you be visiting San Francisco in summer, you probably won’t get to see much of it due to the fog. But on a clear day, the sky turns a beautiful graded mid-blue, and the bridge glows red. It’s as breathtaking in the flesh as it looks in photos.

On a good day, this is the magnificent sight that greets you at Crissy Field.

On a good day, this is the magnificent sight that greets you at Crissy Field.

When to go: I love visiting the structure mid-to-late afternoon, as the colour start to change and the bridge turns more red. If it is shrouded in fog, go see it anyway and take a picture of the towers peeking out of the fog at the top.

Local tips: To gage when the weather is best, I like to check the online traffic cams on the bridge. One of the best ways to experience the bridge is to hire a bike and ride it across the Bridge and over to Sausalito. Enjoy a well-deserved ice cream in Sausalito and ride the ferry back to Fisherman’s Wharf.

2. Alcatraz

Alcatraz is a fascinating place and is worth visiting for its history, wildlife and for the stunning views. It was the site of the first lighthouse on the west coast, and has had a long history as a prison and a military settlement. Some of the United States’ most violent criminals were housed there, including Al Capone, and Robert Stroud (known as the Birdman of Alcatraz). This is one attraction definitely worth the long wait for tickets.

Alcatraz

Alcatraz

When to go: Book your ticket online through one of the reputable ferry companies, such as Alcatraz Cruises at Pier 33. These cruises can sell out a weeks (sometimes even months) in advance, so you’ll need to book ahead — particularly if you are visiting during the high season. Tickets are available for purchase up to 60 days out. The price includes the ferry ride to and from the island as well as the cellhouse audio tour, which is available in English, German, French, Italian, Japanese, Mandarin and Dutch.

Local tip: The National Parks Service is serious when it says ‘no food’: you can’t eat on the island and there’s no food for sale, so make sure you have a hearty meal before you go. The weather can be strange and unpredictable on the island, so dress as the locals do: in layers!

3. Telegraph Hill & Coit Tower

At the summit of Telegraph Hill you’ll find Coit Tower, a monument funded by the bequest of a wealthy eccentric woman, Lillie Hitchcock Coit.  It has some phenomenal fresco murals lining the halls and a great view from the open rooftop. Hike the numerous stairways around the hill to see some interesting architecture and secluded spots. Watch the colourful parrots feed on the Greenwich Stairs between 4-5pm.

You can find Telegraph Hill by Coit Tower rising from the peak.

You can find Telegraph Hill by Coit Tower rising from the peak.

When to go: Daytime, before the fog rolls in. Take the elevator ($7 for adults) to the roof for some fantastic, unobstructed views of the city, and spend some time in the hallways below reading about the public furor over the subject of some of the murals.

Local tip: Don’t drive up there– you’ll spend half the day waiting in line for a parking spot. The hike up to Coit Tower can be steep in parts, but it’s good exercise.  On the East-facing side of the Telegraph Hill, there are a number of stairways leading back down towards the Embarcadero. Take the Fillmore stairs for an unexpected oasis in the middle of a big city. It’s one of my favourite spots.

4. TransAmerica Pyramid

The most iconic building on the San Francisco skyline. Whilst you can’t go up to the observation deck (it was closed following the September 11 attacks), you can walk around the base of the building (and the streets surrounding it) to take some great photos. In the lobby, you can see a model of the building and control the cameras on the virtual observation deck.

The most iconic building on the San Francisco skyline: the TransAmerica Pyramid.

The most iconic building on the San Francisco skyline: the TransAmerica Pyramid.

When to go: The morning hours reflect best on the white crushed quartz exterior of the pyramid. Regular business hours for entry to the lobby.

Local tip: During regular business hours, take a seat on one of the benches in the Redwood forest behind the tower. It’s amazing how calm you can feel in the middle of the city, surrounded by gigantic trees. And photos looking up at the TransAmerica Pyramid looking up never get old. It’s a stunning building.

5. Alamo Square

If you were a fan of the late 80s/early 90s sitcom called Full House, then a visit to Alamo Square is a must. From the park, you get iconic shot of the Painted Ladies (a row of well-preserved Victorian terrace houses) with the buildings downtown in the background.

Can't leave for home without seeing the Painted Ladies!

Can’t leave for home without seeing the Painted Ladies!

When to go: My favourite time of day to visit is mid-afternoon.

Local tip: Stop by Safeway supermarket on Geary (about ten blocks away) to pick up some supplies for a picnic in the park.

6. Golden Gate Park

Golden Gate Park is an enormous parcel of greenery in the city. There’s tonnes to do in the park: hire a bike, visit the de Young art museum or the California Academy of Sciences, rent a paddle boat at Stow lake, watch a game of polo or soccer, enjoy the conservatory of flowers or botanical gardens, see the refurbished windmills and Beach Chalet. It’s amazing how the noise and stress of the city just evaporates as soon as you walk through those gates.

The Dutch Windmill surrounded by the Queen Wilhelmina Tulip Garden, Golden Gate Park, SF.

The Dutch Windmill surrounded by the Queen Wilhelmina Tulip Garden, Golden Gate Park, SF.

When to go: Daytime is best. Nighttime can be a little sketchy with the weirdos who live in the park. Museums usually don’t open before 9:30am.

Local tip: I love walking the trails around the park, taking a different one each time I visit. Remember to dress in layers — the park is just steps from the beach, and right in the heart of the fog bank. Also check out the viewing deck from at the de Young Museum. It is not in the paid section of the museum, so you can go peek even if you don’t want to see the collections. Win!

7. Sutro Baths

The Sutro Baths was an opulent public bathhouse built 1896 by eccentric businessman and San Francisco mayor Adolph Sutro. Fire gutted the complex as it was being bulldozed in 1966, and all that remains are ruins. But I think it’s really cool spot to sit and let your mind wander.

Every holiday needs a sunset moment. The Sutro Baths, SF.

Every holiday needs a sunset moment. The Sutro Baths, SF.

When to go: Try for a sunset experience, to see the sun reflected in what is left of the baths.

Local tip: Bring a cup of coffee and watch the sun set into the Pacific Ocean. Take a walk around to the Cliff House to see photos of how the area used to look, or hike to Land’s End to see some peculiar trees shaped by the brutal winds that buffet the coast.

8. Ferry Building

Located right at the end of Market Street near the Bay Bridge, the Ferry Building used to be the only link into and out of San Francisco. It survived both the 1906 and 1989 earthquakes, and still has the original clock from 1898 – the largest wind-up mechanical clock in the world. The recently refurbished Ferry Building is a foodie heaven: enjoy gourmet local produce at the Farmers Markets held here on Tuesday and Saturdays, dine at some top-notch restaurants, and grab some amazing coffee.

The Ferry Building is a foodie heaven.

The Ferry Building is a foodie heaven.

When to go: Daytime is best. The restaurants are open at night, but the place loses the hustle-and-bustle feel once the ferries have taken their passengers home.

Local tip:  Bring your money! You can do a lot of damage here, and it will be amazing. Don’t forget to check out the cheese from Cowgirl Creamery, as well as treats from my favourite patisserie, Miette.

9. Union Square

There’s nothing terribly special about Union Square as a destination in itself, it’s far more interesting as a site for people-watching. You get some crazy characters here and there’s always something interesting happening like a hippie drum circle, free movie screenings or outdoor salsa dancing classes. The square is the heart of the shopping district in San Francisco, with shops such as Saks Fifth Avenue, Macy’s,  Tiffany, YSL and Dior lining the square. If you can’t afford those, there’s H&M only a block away!

Movie nights in Union Square, SF.

Movie nights in Union Square, SF.

When to go: Day or night. Higher end stores tend to close earlier, but many shops are open to 9pm most nights.

Local tips: Grab a hotdog from the vendor outside Levi’s or quick snack from a local Walgreens and enjoy the view. In the holiday season, they have an ice skating rink for that nostalgic ‘white Christmas’ vibe.

10. Fisherman’s Wharf  & Pier 39

The area of Fisherman’s Wharf is a well-known tourist-magnet, and there’s always plenty going on here. It’s the place to pick up nic-nacs to take home for family and friends, and for last-minute sweaters/jumpers when you haven’t heeded my advice to bring a jacket! Pier 39 is famous for the sea lions that have taken up residence there, and is a great place to stop for photos of Alcatraz.

Fisherman's Wharf is still a working wharf

Fisherman’s Wharf is still a working wharf

When to go: Anytime — there’s always something happening down at Fisherman’s Wharf.

Local tips: Beware the Bush man who leaps out from behind a bin to scare tourists: he can give you quite a fright! Fisherman’s Wharf is a great place to try some of San Francisco’s specialty dishes: Dungeness crab, and chowder in a sourdough breadbowl. For those with a sweet tooth, you need to try two things: sample the salt water taffy in one of the numerous sweets shops. It’s what says ‘San Francisco’ to me. And try the sundaes at Ghiarardelli Square. To die for!

11. Twin Peaks

If you haven’t already got your fill of San Francisco up high from Coit Tower, then you should head up to Twin Peaks.

The view from Twin Peaks.

The view from Twin Peaks.

When to go: Whenever it’s not foggy!

Local tip: I love watching life happen from up here, and the crazy photos that people enjoy taking (jumping, floating etc). It’s usually too cold to stay up here for long, so head back down into the Castro to warm up at one of the many cafes and restaurants.

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Frequently Asked Questions

What if I only have a day in San Francisco? Can I see all of these things in one day?

Yes, you potentially could. Most of these attractions can be reached on the various hop-on-hop-off tourist buses that operate in the city, so this helps if you’re really pushed for time. Remember to book your trip to Alcatraz before hand if you’re visiting during high season.

San Francisco has many other great drawcards, and we’ll explore more of those soon. This is just a short list to get you started.

Tell me more about Downtown San Francisco. What is there to see in the heart of the city?

Here’s a short film the American and I made called ‘The Skyscrapers of San Francisco’ that introduces you to the fascinating structures of the CBD:

When is the best time to visit San Francisco?

The best time to visit San Francisco is in either April/May or September/October. Those are our warmer months, with the usual summer period of June through August being remarkably cold, save for a few hours of t-shirt weather in the middle of the day if the sun is out.

So… when are you coming to visit?

Let me know what you think — are these the most important tourist attractions in San Francisco, in your opinion?

Post #61: Independence Day – Part 1

Post #61: Independence Day – Part 1

As an expat, the 4th of July is a fun day. You get the day off of work, eat food and get to hangout with family and friends. What’s not to like?

The outpouring of American patriotism has a different flavour to that of its Australian equivalent. If Australia Day is lamingtons, then the 4th of July is a vanilla sponge cake with cream frosting topped with blueberries and strawberries. (Mmm — cake!).

Australia Day v Independence Day: equally as tasty, but in different ways.

[Source: Pinterest and Pinterest]

So much of what the 4th of July means to me was gleaned from American television and movies when I was growing up in Australia. Shows such as the Wonder Years, Pollyanna, and the Sandlot Kids. Consequently, I always expect the day to be real ‘small town America’ with bike riding, drinking soda through red and white striped straws, watching baseball, seeing the town grump waving an American flag at the parade down Main Street, and ooh-ing at the fireworks. It’s a day cushioned by nostalgia. But in big city America the day is a little different to that, and that’s okay.

We slept in and awoke refreshed and excited for what the day was to bring. Whilst it didn’t bring cake and bike riding, we got our fill of Americana at the baseball. We headed over to the East Bay to watch the Oakland Athletics play the Boston Red Sox.

The Coliseum: home of the Oakland Athletics.

The Boston Red Sox have devoutly loyal fans, and the American was not lying when he said that their fans at the game would outnumber those supporting the home team. BART was full of BoSox fans, and it was as though they were the home team. The Coliseum was dressed up in patriotic bunting, and the grass exquisitely manicured. In the outfield, it was sunny in the high 70s (mid 20s) with a beautiful cooling breeze to make life rather comfortable. Feeling the sun on my skin was wonderful — you rarely get days like that in The City.

Americana bunting and the Banjo Man.

Each time Boston made a great play, a roar would go up from the crowd. And there was none bigger than when ‘Big Papi’, David Ortiz, hit is 400th Career home run. Being able to see that was a real treat. It’s right up there with seeing the San Francisco Giants’ Barry Bonds hit his 754th home run at AT&T Park.

Big Papi at the plate.

And as fate would have it, I photographed the winning run sequence. Jamile Weeks was on deck and smacked the ball out near center field to bring home Coco Crisp (who has the most amazing name in all of baseball).

The pitch…

The hit…

…and the runner scores!

Winners!

One of the interesting parts of the day was the feeling of isolation I felt in the crowd. I wasn’t unhappy, I just felt alone. Here I was, with five friends and surrounded by thousands of people, and yet I felt alone. So I turned my attention to trying to capture that feeling of isolation. Do you ever feel that way in large crowds?

The Value Deck was closed.

Infield.

Outfield.

Empty seats.

The tarps on the upper deck.

Hard at work after the game.

When I was looking through the pics on my computer last night, I found a gem: a moment in time. They were not the focus of my picture, but they turned out to be the best thing in it. I love that.

A stolen moment.

What did you do for Independence Day yesterday?

The group at the end of a great game.

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This is the sixty-first post of the Great Writing Challenge of 2012.
Three times a week for an entire year, I will be writing about life and travel and random subjects . The stipulation: it must be 250 words (or more), and positive in tone.
If you would like to suggest topics for me to write about, please email me at TheRebeccaProject [at] gmail [dot] com.